“There he is! The man of the hour,” said Brian as Jake entered the tiny apartment he shared with him and two other guys.“What’s up, bruh?” Jake greeted him.“Cut the crap, pretty boy. Where’s your rent?” Freddie asked. He was a short, bulky guy with a mean streak and a foul mouth.“Chill out, man,” said Paul. “At least, let him sit down first.”“He can sit after he pays,” Freddie growled.“So, where’s your cut, bruh?” Brian asked.Six pairs of eyes focused on Jake. He realized just then that this was a gang-up against him. He’d walked into an ambush.“Look, I got laid off from work today,” he explained.Paul laughed and said, “I won!”He stretched out his hand towards Brain and got a $20 bill in return.“Wait, you guys bet on me?” Jake asked. He was embarrassed.“Yeah, because all you ever come up with are stories,” said Freddie. “You never pay your share of the rent and hardly contribute to buying the groceries.”“And yet you get to eat, sleep here and load the toilet with your stin
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