“Do you know that she’s insanely good at PlayStation? Like fucking gamer good?” Gibsie looked at me with surprise. “No shit?” I nodded. “She kicked my ass, lad. I’ve never seen anyone clear missions as fast as she did.” He exhaled another cloud of smoke and tossed his cigarette out the window. “Did she have a cheat sheet with her?” “She didn’t need one,” I muttered as I pressed a button and rolled up the windows. “She had every bleeding code memorized.” “Oh god,” Gibsie groaned. “That is so fucking sexy.”
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