I slid hands over his thigh, held it tight, so that the next bite was harder, deeper. I needed to leave now. They screamed at the guns, they screamed at me. I shook my head.
He had an armful of gauze packets. Second, it doesn't matter why, only that he did it. We make enough money, Bert, you don't have to cheat people. Not my business.
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