The Art of Life and Love: The Second Symphony
It had been a bit since he had had one, so that first drag had him beyond relieved.
"Ready bitch?!" Tony asked.
"Yeah! S'go!" Dillon said brightly. Man, was the kid cute.
He had this innocent, youthful energy, while at the same time he was incredibly rational and mature in thought. At least more mature than last year, but he was still a brat, after all. Still, Tony loved to see that Dillon. It was good entertainment. Tony reached Harley and whipped out his other keyring, which was infinitely lighter than his monstrosity of a main keyring. He used the sparse one for Harley and anything else he might drive, so the weight wouldn't pull down on and screw up the ignition. Why the hell did he save
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