The Tyrant alpha
I shim, duct tape, and jerry-rig this place together on a daily basis—listen to this kind of talk day in, day out—and what’s it all come to in the end?
I’m an ugly piece of shit, too, not a damn bit different than any of these males.
“Maybe when you’re done with her, you can send her to Mickey down at the butcher shack, and we can get some bacon.” Wallace laughs, throwing his head back, spittle flecking from his thick, cracked lips.
The rest of them bust out laughing, too, slapping the table, chortling like it’s the best joke they’ve ever heard, like there’s nothing funnier than saying that kind of shit about a female who’s never done a damn thing to them in her life.
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