“What you doin’ after this?” he asked as she and Winter started the process of cleaning the truck so it would be good to go the following day. “I’m going home,” she replied. “I got this,” Winter said; a mischievous gleam in her pretty dark eyes. Winter was light-skin and petite with a slim figure, and her pretty brown hair was straightened and in a low bun at the nape of her neck. “Get out of here.” “Wh… and go where?” “With me,” Biggie said, winking up at Winter as she nodded back with a smile on her face as if they were in cahoots. Tuesday looked between the two, putting her hand on her
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