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10

CONOR

IF I HAD any more programs running on my laptop, I figured the RAM on it would send it flying into outer space.

It was already throbbing like a motherfucker on my lap, and I might as well have invited the Sahara to come and bake my balls.

Did my brothers give a fuck, though, as they breathed down my neck, trying to get information out of me?

A big fat fucking no.

They didn’t give a crap about the fact I probably wouldn’t be able to have kids after this clusterfuck.

And it wasn’t only my brothers’ fault that the future Mrs. Conor O’Donnelly was going to have to visit a sperm bank to get her some baby Conors. Nope, it w

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