felt a little insecure because Martin co be tion guy, but my sion o look a little pale. een-year-old, and fucked over in tabloids; Id been dumped by a girl, and my band  going anywhere. Big fucking deal.

    Still, I didnt til I rouble  lost my nerve.

    So, I said. OK. Im JJ, and… oss t stand for? People al to knoials are for, and I never tell te my name.  ed guys, and  too mucime listening to t-ies, Joes millions of books about like cuff. And ts me. Jo of school and form a band? Yep.

    Is Jo? Nope. JJ is OK, though. JJs cool enough.

    ts my business. Anyway, Im JJ, and Im  w your name is.

    until I find somet tells me. Your passport or bank book or somet find anyt steal somet give it back until youve coughed up.

    Jesus C.  gives his girl?

    Youd rat tials?   Yeae not knohings.

    I dont knoin. But if youre really troubled by your o than JJs name.

    s t supposed to mean? Do you kno. As if anyone   t secrets, are t like not knos. I could find t otuff out any time I felt like it, and I dont feel like it.

    If   to tell us,   to tell us. Do your friends call you JJ? Yeah.

    ts good enough for us.

    Snot good enough for me, said Jess.

    Just belt up and let alk, said Martin.

    But for me, t  of truth, anyway, ha ha.

    I could tell I  going to get a fair ility coming off Jess and Martin, and these waves were breaking everywhere.

    I stared at te.

    So? said Jess. You forgotten ten, I said.

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