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Tears formed in his eyes. “No…I have to apologize to you too.” The door opened again. Lefty stepped in.
“Goddammit!” I yelled to him. “Will you stop whining about your problems during my murder?!”
“You may be used to taking shots in the face, but I’m not,”
I’m a friend of Jazz’s.” Dad shook his hand. “One of those ‘friends with benefits’?” “Ugh.” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t do that, Dad. This may shock you, but I haven’t had sex with anyone in this whole room.” “Well, it’s a small room.” “Burn!”
“It was 416,922 slugs.”
