fukensploogin
where it counts
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"You feel like shit because that punk Mark put something in your drink. I don't know what it was, something fucked up. Hell, you might not remember most of this in the morning," he said. "And I'm only being this nice because Mom and Dad might still be up, and if I bring you home in this condition and they're awake for it, I'm gonna catch all kinds of hell."
He saw that she was a little wobbly, even in her seat, so he put his arm out across the bench seat of the pick-up truck. "C'mon, c'mon," he said, pulling her towards him so she could lean on him. He pulled the truck forward to the ordering box. "Uhh... two coffees. Cream and sugar for her, please," he said. "And... six regular tacos, and... uh, hold on." He turned to his sister, putting his finger under her chin so she would look up at him. "What do you want, Am?"
He saw that she was a little wobbly, even in her seat, so he put his arm out across the bench seat of the pick-up truck. "C'mon, c'mon," he said, pulling her towards him so she could lean on him. He pulled the truck forward to the ordering box. "Uhh... two coffees. Cream and sugar for her, please," he said. "And... six regular tacos, and... uh, hold on." He turned to his sister, putting his finger under her chin so she would look up at him. "What do you want, Am?"
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