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Chapter 18-3
"I thought I heard someone call my name," said Paul. "What's going on?" Several of the Crew chuckled at that. Chloe tore her gaze from Paul and fixed Raff in his chair where he sat a few feet to her left. "What the f**k, Raff? What. The. Fuck?" "I don't have… " Raff started to reply. "You know what, Raff, just forget it for now. We'll have this conversation later. You can bet for sure that you and I will have fucking words." She glared at Raff for a long moment, her whole body tense with anger, but she was trying to act normal and keep it under control. She then turned to Paul and smiled as best she could, beckoning him over to her side. "Paul, come up here. Why don't you finish the story? Let's see here, you don't look too worse for wear." He made his way through the crowd to
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