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ㅤㅤlook at you, mikey. playin’
retired housewife?ㅤ” the nearest
seat accommodates his weight,
index instantly gesturing at the way
michael’s dressed. “ㅤwhat’s under
there, huh? something for me?
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the usual, amigo! world’s trying to fuck me and i’m fuckin’ it riiight BACK. but lemme ask ya something, kid. you ever went hunting before? if not, then it’s your LUCKY day. get a rifle &. imma show ya how it’s done.
Pfft , long as y’all don’t invite me t’ tha’ party , Dawg . Anyway , long time no see , Trev . What’s goin’ on wit’ you … outside of shoutin’ out yer daily fantasy❓
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he jabbed a thumb over his
shoulder toward the truck, already
turning on his heel. “ you’re askin’
too many questions and you know
that it IRRITATES me. get your ass
on the back, you’re in time—out! ”
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ㅤㅤ⠀⃰dirty nails met greasy hair,
scratching what’s left at the back
of his head. pacing a short step
forward then back like he couldn’t
decide whether to hug the idiot
or smack him.
“ yeah, i said after we was
done, genius ..
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few leftover strings of complaints from wade as his hand finished what he assumed to be enough cleaning. eyebrows knitting upward, then curving in surprise whilst body stilled.
"well - i thought we was gonna, get ice cream ?? - cause, +
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and we ain’t done, are we? i got
a few more stops first───gotta
crack a couple skulls if they look
at me funny. then maybe .. 𝘮𝘯𝘨𝘩
maybe we’ll get your damn ice
cream after. ”
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