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What Are Friends for?

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CW: Foul language, drug use, alcohol use “You fucking killed me again!” Ty tossed his controller down, throwing his hands in the air at Lawrence. His roommate—best friend—certified moron, really—just smiled at him. “Ah, sorry, fishy. Let’s reset it and you can try again.” “No,” Ty grumbled, kicking at the coffee table, “I’m not going to let you lose on purpose, Laz. I don’t accept your pity-death...

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