‘He’s so dreamy.’ Buffalo sighs beside me. “Dude, what the fuck?” I hiss lowly. “Now’s not the time. Where is he?” ‘Probably stroking his dick thinking about you.’ I grind my teeth together. “He kidnapped us. He plans to kill us. Where is he?” ‘Maybe I’m ovulating. But, like, I’d let him.’ “You’re a stuffy. Stuffies don’t ovulate. And what the fuck?” I can’t believe him right now. ‘He left you a present.’ “What?” What if it’s a grenade? Surprise, you’re awake! Now you’re not. Oh fuck, that’s too messy. What if it’s poison? What if it’s a snake? I don’t see anything until I wave my hand around.
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