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“And…maybe beating numerous guys half to death because they were late on payments.” “Hey, in my defense, they were at least three weeks late and giving excuses upon excuses.” We both chuckle and fist bump. “Next we have the biggest player in the school—-“ She gets cut off by a very hot black-haired guy. “Rhea, I can introduce myself. I’m Caleb White. 22. Grade A.” Damn, his voice is deep. Wait, Grade A… “So you’ve committed murder yeah?” I ask. “Yes and did I hear a little bit of excitement under your voice just now?”

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I hope that Cali doesnt get into a bunch of trouble. +--------- +++++---------------------------------------------------- -+++++++++,k +* +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- —----------------------------*

Love. END

Them boys love them some Call of Duty. I was putting my cornbread in the oven when Aza ran into the kitchen. "Mommy, i was showing da-da the new toys you bought me. Can he stay and play tea time with me?" She asked innocently. She jumped in my arms and gave me a lil peck on my lips. "Of course Sweetie! He can stay as long as you like." I looked up at Damien and gave him a little smile. He reached out and gave my shoulder a squeeze.

Suddenly, did something unnecessary like that. When the hotel staff opened the bathroom door. Daisy was lying in the hot warm in the bathtub, her face seemed relaxed. There were people interrupting her relaxing, Daisy was really surprised. She sat up in a hurry, quickly asked “what’s wrong?” Dash really wanted to eat Daisy, taught her a lesson but the hotel staff tried to avoid fighting “She is Ok. That is great. Don’t need to be angry.” After that the hotel staff left. Dash rushed into the bathroom like the wind. Daisy got out of the bathroom from inside. By inertia, Daisy fell into Dash's arms, both of them plopped down on the cold floor.

A hand swiftly caught my elbow, steadying me with a frustrated growl. "If you're not going to take the Advil or hydrate yourself then, at the very least, sit the fuck down because I don't plan on being your crutch," he seethed, picking me up and setting me on the cool countertop. Ace began tapping my cheek lightly, "come on, focus baby and just drink the damn water." He, then, grabbed the glass of water on the table and took a large sip of it, "See, I haven't put anything in it. If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't drug you. That would show up in a toxicology report."