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disgustingly functional

Penulis: Krystal Bahmz
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-09-23 22:42:45

“This is an office, not the Colosseum.”

“I’m just driving you.”

The second was when he took the exit toward West Hollywood with one hand relaxed on the wheel of my car, black sunglasses hiding his eyes and an expression far too peaceful for a man who had spent breakfast saying he wanted to make sure Rafael Moretti wasn’t “playing chess with family law.”

“Seriously, Gamma.”

“I heard you the first time.”

“Your face didn’t.”

“That’s an interesting neurological problem.”

The third was right after w
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