“Yea, I'm good. You have a nice truck,” she complimented, sinking into the soft cloth seats. “You want one? We can gut out the back, stick a crib sized bed back there and you’ll be all set.” “You get on my nerves.” Marley reached across the console and punched him in the arm. “Stop talking about my van.”
He getting on my nerves too 😂😂😂
