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Perth interrupted, drumming his fingers on his whiskey glass. "Hey, everyone. Ashton should be able to skip any dares or truths that he wants—"
"No," I interjected, not wanting to appear too controlling or rigid. I couldn't be passive in this situation. "I can play the game just like you guys."
Perth shifted on his stool, surprised by my response. "Are you sure? You can skip anything I wrote down. You should, really. I didn't think you'd be here."
Davin playfully wrapped his arm around Perth's shoulders. "Perth strongly suggests and recommends it."
Clearly, they all knew something I didn't. Before I
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