[ The car swerves, Jim braces himself with one hand on the ceiling. Curious and not asking Why are you dressed like that, what do you call yourself, what exactly is all this. Because they're friends, whether Alan likes it or fucking not, and Jim knows he'd squeeze shut even tighter.
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[ The car swerves, Jim braces himself with one hand on the ceiling. Curious and not asking Why are you dressed like that, what do you call yourself, what exactly is all this. Because they're friends, whether Alan likes it or fucking not, and Jim knows he'd squeeze shut even tighter.
(Like a clam. Clamman. In the clammobile.) ]