fukensploogin
where it counts
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"You'll leave when I tell you to leave, you little bitch," Doctor Anderson said, standing up now behind his desk. He towered over her. "You're never gonna see that punk again. And I expect you to do it quickly." He stepped around to her side of the desk. He took the razorblade and separated the bigger chunks of coke from the powder, and laid out three ragged, very large lines. He got to work breaking down the large chunks.