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Another nod, and he picked it up and took a goddamned sip from my straw. “Not as sweet as I expected.” I gaped at him.
“It ain’t delulu if it’s trululu.”
He shrugged. “Not that I know of. She was screwing Convict at one point, and Shade’s taste runs in another direction.” “He’s gay?” “No. A forbidden pussy direction.” At my laugh, the lift arrived.
