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Tony

Author: Missy Smith
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-08-01 09:04:57

-Mina-

This man looked at me nodding towards the door, “you get a name when we get this inside, I think the ice cream melted.” Reluctant at first, I entered the code, letting him in. “Fine, but lunch after I get it put away.” He did not tell me no, but I hoped he stayed because I needed answers. Once we were upstairs, I opened the door and I’m greeted by a happy dog, who quickly stopped and growled at the man behind me. ”Spot, stop. We have a guest and until I tell you differently he is nice.”

Spot stopped growling at him but watched his every move. I got everything put away and pulled out a small thing of hamburger meat. “You okay with burgers? I have a taste for one before work.” I asked him, turning to find him rubbing Spot’s head. “Huh. He rarely does that. I guess you really owe me that name now.” He stood, walking into the kitchen.

“Hamburgers are cool, and the names Tony. I work for Luciano, kind of like his assistant.” I looked him up and down and before I could think, my m
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Tony must give off good person energy. I would be terrified. by the way there is a small error where he thanks her for the compliment on the burger. -" thank you". should be - "thank you" ...
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