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“I think I’d make a good boyfriend.” “You kill people for a living.” “Does that make me a bad person?” Yates folded his arms and levelled him with a glare. “It certainly doesn’t make you Jesus.”
Ranger had found the source of the smell and pulled a roast chicken from the oven. “Ta-dah! Carrots, potatoes, parsnips, gravy. We hit the jackpot.” “The jackpot would’ve been Mr Stevenson.” “Point taken, but this is a close second.”
“What you reading?” Ranger asked. Dylan glanced up from his book. “Treasure Island.” “Ah, good old Captain Hook. Has Yates shown you his hook? Bit different to a pirate one. Goes in your asshole.”
