Hidden parts of a Bad Hunter
I glared at him, "I just finished my fucking homework you twat and you ask where my spirit is? Well, it crawled up my ass and died."
He tutted, "Must be science something or you wouldn't be this crappy."
"What the fu-" I began but he cut me off by throwing the bags he was carrying to me.
I checked inside the bag, to find indeed, new sneakers peeking from the inside, half wrapped in a paper. Must be expensive, it was some Italian or perhaps France label at the outside, and the design was gracefully rocker and sexy.
I glanced up at him, "Well this is nice..." I trailed off appreciatively.
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