Dangerous Games
I scrunched up my nose, “Go on then, put me out of my misery,”
With what could only be called the ghost of glee, he artfully placed down the only other blackjack in the deck, “Plus 8, that’s cold,” Gracey gave me a faux pitying look.
“Don’t give me those doe eyes missy, you guys have been conspiring behind my back,” I pointed at my eyes and then at the two of them to indicate that I was on to their little partnership.
“Why would I team up with him, your so much better,” she was trying to flatter me but I would take any and all opportunity to flaunt how much better I was then Corbyn, because you know, it was fun.
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