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Posted by "Chief" on May 28, 2017 13:41:42 GMT -6
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Apr 25, 2024 23:17:11 GMT -6
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>> ”Thenk ye... Ah hink Ah shoulds head haim.”
Jack nodded her head sagely. That was probably for the best. A good night's rest would do her well, especially given the state that she was in.
>> ”Ah’ll head haim efter mozzarella sticks.”
To pass up free food would indeed be a crime. Now that the young woman was settling, Jack carefully asked Rebecca, "Should I call a ride sore you?"
In some ways, drunk young women pulled at her heartstrings the same way that kids did. Jack wanted to be sure they got home safely and avoided any trouble that was, well, avoidable.
And though Jack never personally used ride-shares to get around, her working in a club sometimes necessitated calling rides for patrons.
"Has... ride-share tings on ny sone," the prawn explained, "Don't sink you should go 'alking like diss."
>> ”These really ur sae guid. Want one?”
Maxillae clenched behind the surgical mask, and she politely shook her head.
"All yours," the prawn said generously, unwilling to unhinge her mask here.
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