“Call me Alpha Male.”
“Whatever you want baby.” replied the hooker.
No no, that’s silly.
Mother dyed her clothes today.
Who cares about that?
It was a pleasure to turn left at the highway.
This isn’t a road trip kinda book!
The past is an airport lounge, they overcharge
things there.
… No, I don’t think so.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a
single man in pursuit of a runaway fugitive must be in want for a helicopter.
Not bad, not bad, but this is meant to be a thriller…
It was a stark and dormant night.
Perfect!
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