(his gloves are covered in old blood that flakes when fingers come away from the neck of the bag, passing the baton to john who has no qualms about checking its contents. good, he didn't want to upend that shit and have to stuff it all back in.)
So why do you want these? (parroting his question, before lifting a shoulder.)
If you think there's some profound reason, you'll be disappointed. I just want the money.
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So why do you want these? (parroting his question, before lifting a shoulder.)
If you think there's some profound reason, you'll be disappointed. I just want the money.