He scoffs. "With the gen pop? I'd rather fucking choke to death." "I'm sure that can be arranged," I grin. "But I think you'd rather be more interested in choking someone else." Damon sighs, putting the notepad down. "I'm not going to choke you, you sick fuck." "Nah, not me," I say, unfazed, waving my hand. I walk into his room, plopping myself on the end of his bed. "Then who?" he asks, getting annoyed that I've interrupted his quiet time.
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