The Conley Boys
These two are definitely their father's sons. Definitely. Biker army boy meets country baseball boy in charming fashion. Together, the only thought I can manage is...Pard; a word introduced to my vocabulary when I met Adam. It's what the three of them refer to each other as in conversation - a casual slang reference to "a partner I'd die for." Their blood runs deep and their loyalties unmatched. I love this family. So much. However, and there’s always a however when it comes to Adam, there may be a few choice things I’ll never quite surrender to. Things that only Conley men are made of. They love guns. They love beer. They love knives, trucks, steak, and adrenaline. And they’re always talking about one of them. Always. In the few hours we’ve been here, I’ve learned more about the specs of a Desert Eagle than I’d ever dare dream of. It’s information that’s forever remained foreign to me, but I’m certain that given a few more years with this last name, I’ll be infected with trigger-happy-syndrome. Just like them. Watch out.
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