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The Overdue Quickie
THIS IS A SPIN OFF ONE SHOT FOR TWO CHARACTERS FROM MY STORY SAY IT ISNT SO. IT IS A FANTASY STANDALONE.
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I'm not stupid. I know if Andy could have anyone, he would choose my sister, Max.
All dark curls and pouty lips, a heart of gold and curves that could cause car accidents. Yeah, legit perfection.
After the drama that had occurred a few years ago, I thought I'd never see Andy again. So imagine my surprise when he walks into a bar I'm working at. I need the cash, and I'm already working a day job. I'm beyond tired, but it's safe to say I perk up a little when the muscular man with wet dark hair enters the bar. I don't recognise him at first- but then he shakes the raindrops from his hair; loose, dark curls springing back as his hands sweeps though them.
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