He intoned quietly into the telephone:dirtdirtdirt imyourdirt givememycoffeebitch soIcanhaveagood nightssleepShe stared in horror-struck disbelief at her receiver,
slammed the handset down
You Prick!She stood,walked toward the cafe,ordered another large coffeeand brought it up to him.
bgibbs
I so don't know.
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