His Dead Luna
"This is a cutting-edge type, and there's no ringer in it, everything you need to do is peruse it to give the current time.
"This is mine now," Marcelyn grinned as she touched the frill decorating her fair skin.
"Be that as it may, it doesn't have a place with you," he dissented.
"You as of now have so many," she jested, highlighting his arrangement of watches lined in their cases.
"You're a particularly entitled bitch," Darell noted.
Darell was a hundred percent sure that Marcelyn was wearing her watch all the whole time. Darell's costly watches were all restricted to release, and they all accompanied trackers on his interest.
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