She wore a bag over her head, as she spoke to him. “Thank you so much for not putting them on me this time. Last time it dug into my skin,” her voice was low, and sweet. Little fucking thief had the nerve to be kind, and have a beautiful voice, and I hadn’t even seen her fucking face yet. “No problem, Stevie.” I looked at Beans and he shrugged. “She’s nice… not like this bitch who spit in my fucking face.” He kicked the other shorty’s chair, and she yelped. “Priscilla, are you alright? I asked them about you,” she asked about her friend, clearly worried about her well-being.
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