Dakota glances at me, and Ronan groans. He’s been ignoring us on my
tablet, and now he throws his hands over his eyes. “Jesus, dude. Do you
have some weird fetish when you meet new people?” He puts on a show
voice, “Sing for me.”
“No. Only when I kidnap them. Now.” I turn back to Dakota. “Play me
something.”
“Just pick something, dude,” Ronan groans. “Can’t be worse than Sweet
Home Alabama.”
— Jul 05, 2026 06:02AM
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