Bella

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“We’re looking to take a trip to the spliffs of Moher, if you get me?” He chuckled, waggling his brows. I stared blankly back at him. “We need drugs.” “Jesus, Gibs,” Hughie groaned, dropping his head in his hands. “Tact, lad. Tact.”
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