It was raining, and that was awesome. Chad didn’t really care one way or another, but girls did. He hadn’t met one yet that wasn’t a pluviophile, (yeah that’s a big word, and not totally a word even, but chicks dig a big vocabulary).
He whipped out his phone and dialed Brittney. Chad often described her as not being the smartest tool in the shed, but she was pretty hot. She answered after a few rings, and after a brief conversation he’d convinced her to have him over, to hang out.
He grabbed some sugary, shitty booze on his way.
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