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ππΎ. . . π§ππ π½ππΎπ πππΊπ π³π²π²πΉ?
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Desperation, then. Laziness. Sheβs lucky heβs ever so generous.
Sheβs met with a chuckle, leaning his shoulder right against a wall as he crosses his arms in front of his chest.
βTell you what, you and I catch up, and Iβll even give you a hundred.β
It starts with a snort but he eventually couldnβt hold back the laughter erupting from his stomach. She actually fell for it.
Never worry, though. Heβs actually handing the bill to her this time.




