
eleven.
'hey trip.'
'hola hawaii'
'how are you?'
'amazing, you?'
'pretty good, minus the sunburn, scratches on my shoulder and back, oh and the hickey.'
'my bad. sorry hawaii.'
'it's not your fault don't worry.'
'how isn't it my fault?'
'if i wasn't so damn sexy all the time you'd be able to keep your hands off me.'
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