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"I think you forget, Harrington, that we don't exactly float in the same pools anymore." He had started to exit his car, grabbing his rucksack and slinging it over his shoulder.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Steve lent against his own car, facing me. "We're practically in the same bath." He laughed at his own joke while I just gave him a pointed look.

"No... maybe we were once. But not since you became a dick." His smile faded fast.

"Who said I was a dick?"

"Everyone."