Chapter 72 You’d Lose if You Were Serious

• “Do you have a friend like that, Roy? Someone who can laugh, cry, and fight alongside you; a friend who can smoke, drink and go crazy with you,” I asked.
• He rubbed his hand against my bare back as he replied to my question. “I don’t have such friends, and my family doesn’t allow me to have such friends.”
• I chuckled. “That’s true. Your home is like a Nazi concentration camp. It’s no wonder that you decided to move out from Elmsbury.”