Duping the Billionaire
To complete my nerdy get-up, I wore a very naive white floral dress, black sandals, and thick-rimmed, rectangular glasses.
I was brought back to reality when the annoying creature heartily laughed at my words, and his laughter echoed through the fragile walls of the sixty-ninth' precinct of San Diego.
His laugh was contagious. I thought I was going to laugh with him at first. But he suddenly went serious, as if he just recently understood what I actually meant.
“What did you just say, you fucking bitch?” he hissed at me.
He raised his right arm to hit me, but I was quick to get up and struck his balding head first. “What! You’re gonna hit me? Bring it on!”
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