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Mardisone Dick was spread out on the bed by 3 pm in his small apartment. Fuck, he was having a bad day. He never planned to stay there permanently, but after visiting Jason and touring around the city, he stuck around for some chill time.

He got up from the bed, grumbling irritably. He wasn't even supposed to get an apartment, but Jason was acting as a douchebag as usual, and he had always loved his damn personal space.

Feeling hungry, Marde got up and went to the kitchen. He wasn’t one of those guys who could cook, but it didn't mean that he was one of those guys that couldn’t throw together something in the damn kitchen to make a meal.

That was exactly what Marde was doing when he thought he heard the doorbell ring. He turned off the microwave and listened again.

Yep, the doorbell was seriously ringing.

Marde stalked toward the door, wondering who it could be. Only a few people knew about that place and most of those few were just his female whores. Could it be one of them?

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