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"You can't be serious, right?" Gerard says hesitantly.
And the four swear to god and hope with everyone bone in their body that Frank miraculously laugh out and punch Gerard's shoulder shouting 'of course I was joking, idiot!'
But that's just not him.
"Oh, believe me, sweetheart. Ten metaphorical life pit stops over the next two and a half months? You bet your ass I'm serious." He smirks, raises an eyebrow at me.
Goddamnit.
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