“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t ya?” he sneered. “You and your sister can’t wait to see the back of me.” “Because we have good judgment,” I shot back dryly. “Unlike others.” “Meaning?” “Do you need me to spell it out for you?” “What the fuck is your problem with me, Biggs?” he demanded then, losing his cool. “I’ve never bothered ya, but you’re hell-bent on making trouble for me every chance you get.” “I don’t like you,” I replied simply. “I can’t stand you, truth be told. The way you look, the way you speak, the way you think, the way you drive, the way you conduct yourself. Everything about
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