SAVAGE PASSION
They shook on it and Donald smirked, “I might fall in love with her. If I do, you’re outta luck.”
Bob chortled, and took another deep puff with his forehead all scrunched. “If you’re driving as nice a car as the one you’ve got, you might fall in love with her like a man loves a whore, but you’ll put her back when you’re finished with her just like one, too.” He stomped on the cig and walked back inside to get the paperwork. “Can’t have fire near the gasoline,” he explained.
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