“Stop!” He yelled, “what are you doing?” “Introducing you to Alberto—” “Marion, I’m allergic to cats,” I nodded, “so Alberto can kill you. . .” I smiled a little, “in that case, I’ll keep him away as long as you agree to stop being my driver.” I said. He looked at me with a crazy look in his eyes, “are you serious? How old are you?” I frowned and pushed the cat in front of him again, “I’ll throw Alberto at you.” I threatened.
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