Vended to Don Damon
He scoffed, “Did you want me to remain in there?”
I rolled my eyes and slurped down more of the juice.
“Well, again,” he continued, “you hate me, so it’s not surprising at all.”
“It’s not—“
“So,” he cleared his theist loudly, interrupting me, “about how I got out, I have my ways,” he murmured, “plus it’s me, Damon Vyon.”
I scoffed, shaking my head in disbelief. “You place yourself so fucking high, don’t you? Do you think you’re also above the law?”
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