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My eyes never left hers. "Scotch. Single malt deauxmadiarymilfsex. No ice."

She mulled deauxma this over a moment hot as Mickey diary brought back deauxma our drinks. She knocked hers back with one swallow, then stubbed out deauxma her deauxma cigarette in an ashtray on the bar.

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"As you say."

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"Because he still has to mom pay his penance for breaking our contract."

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