[Lightly knocks at his door. Should weenie out. should leeeeave]
Whatever the hell you are selling, I don’t w—-
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…
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…64?
Si…Sixty-four.
Uhm.
A-are you okay? Do.. do you need anything?
( F uck Imustlookfuckinghorrible——ohgodmyscarcansheseemyscarw—whyrightnowthisisn’tsupposedtohappenIshouldn’tbeinterestedanym o r e f uckinghelltheheart s )







