Rejected Luna
he said.
“Bridget wants to talk to me? Ok, fine, I got some time. But I’ll call her on my phone. You ever hear of ricin nerve-toxin poison? One touch of it and you’re toast. For all I know you’re wearing some sort of protective lubrication on your hands, that phone is coated in poison, and I’m about to be topped like they did with that Bulgarian.”
The kid looked at me to see if I was taking the piss out of him, which, if truth be told, I half was.
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