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His hand extended, asking for hers.
“Obviously,” Valentine hissed as she kept rubbing the part where it hurt.
Missy came in to view, fanning her hand on her nose as she laughed, “V, what did you eat for breakfast? It stinks.”
Valentine glared at her, holding back the smile that urged to plaster onto her lips. Rolling her eyes, she placed her hand over William’s as he helped pulling her up.
Her stomach betrayed and she had no other choice but to expel the air. Farting sounds filled the room, causing the four to erupt in laughter.
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