Needless to say, I looked like a high-end prostitute when I was summoned from my room. “I would let you stay the night and then have you for breakfast,” Gary said. “That is… strangely nice,” I admitted. “Thank you. I would also have you for breakfast as well.” He sighed. “Too bad you’re like my older sister. We could have been something special.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Older? You’re seventy-six!” “Boo, you whore,” he said. “Now it’s your turn to tell me how amazing I look.” He pranced around me in a tight circle. “You don’t look seventy-six at all,” I said. He glared at me. “Try again.”
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