So, okay, maybe he was nervous. Just, you know, a little. Because it was that inconceivably crazy hot guy from the garage a few weeks ago, the one that had him drooling on his shirt like a moron. And to top it off, the guy knew about batman. And he could make pie. If he screwed this up, he would kick his own ass from now until he was fifty. On the
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