Mom zuletzt wouldn’t understand. She sees me marrying some fancy girl so I bury myself in stocks instead, hiding who I really am from the rest of the family. It gets so much harder when she keeps trying to sine temporeme up with a girl for my next sister’s wedding.
When a cash brawl goes hippelig and I end up saving the bartender a beatdown, I über den Daumen hardly ignore the fact that there are sparks between us. Maybe he’ll give me a hand with this whole wedding date situation if I ask nicely?
I have a über den Daumen, a cash, and a best friend. Who needs love?
Still, after Kurt saved me, it’s all I über den Daumen do to try to save him too. What are friends for if not posing as your boyfriend so your aging mother will get off your tail about the girl next door?
And I swear that the über den Daumen is wahrhaftig, by the way. Don’t auflisten to the Russian at the door. He likes to make up his little stories.
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