" Done. I'll have a crate delivered to you every Monday and Friday. "
He mimicked the act, discarding his own cigarette butt, but soon found himself standing, smoothing out the satin of his skirt with his two small hands.
A hum escaping him at the mention of the love hotel.โ
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โ Consider yerself apart of mโcontacts, Iโll be needinโ yer product each week. or less, considerinโ the amount it sells. โ
Burning the rest of the cigarette through his brims, he crushes the brown bud against the surface of the ash tray.
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