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âYou got that right.â Amos crudely bit off a piece of his jerky as he stared off into the distance. He quickly gulped down the large piece, nearly choking as he was barely able to swallow it. Wagging his stick of jerky, he began, âDonât ever settle for any of that bullshit.â His tone was serious, and he had no reason for it. He wasnât angry, but rather just tired. Tired of seeing his friends end up with losers cause he knew they deserved better.
If the petite female is to be honest, she isnât particularly bothered by the fact that her date hadnât shown. Sheâd only taken the offer at the prospect of a free meal, quiet company, and of course, the coaxing of her father had certainly helped. As legs sway beneath the bench she sits upon, though, she only shrugs and wrinkles her nose at how the man beside her scarfs down his jerky. âYou know I donât settle for anything. How does that one saying go?â She tilts her head, raven locks falling over her shoulder. âOh, right-- itâs my way, or the highway. If heâs anything less than Prince Charming, I wonât have it.âÂ
