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T. S. Joyce
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“Shit.” Owen marked out another guess. “I might throw you off this balcony,” Gunner said, easy as you like. Corey snorted. “I’ll give you ten bucks if you do.” Captain blurred, and Owen yelped as he went sailing over the railing. His notepad flew into the air, and Owen disappeared. “Oh my gosh!” Hallie exclaimed, rushing to the railing. “Oh. He’s okay, he landed on his feet. Well, don’t flip me off, I didn’t do it! I’m the one checking to see if you’re okay!” Captain turned to Corey and held out his hand. “Ten bucks.” Corey sat there with her mouth hanging open wide enough to catch a bee. “You just…you just threw him over the railing.” A big smile took Captain’s face. “I would’ve done it for free, but you offered cash.” “Good to know for next time,” Corey said softly as she dug a ten-dollar bill out of her purse and slapped it onto his palm. Ace was sitting beside her stifling laughter, and even Gunner was biting back a smile.”
― Fastlander Fallen
― Fastlander Fallen
“I’ll just date people in person inst—” “Destiny,” he growled. She burst out laughing. “I’m kidding! For now. I’m probably not addicted to dating now that this has been the most fun night I’ve had in a forever.” “Well, I can take you out. I’m taking you out tomorrow. You will have fun. Fuck those other guys. They will be zero fun. Their wieners will be small.” “Oh my gosh, you are being so dramatic right now.” “Like little baby carrots.” “Maybe I like baby carrots.” He snorted. “Then you and I would not match.” “Are you seriously bragging on your dick size on day one?” “I don’t have to brag. It is what it is. You’ll see tomorrow.”
― Same Old
― Same Old
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