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Chapter 22- The gala
Max was watching the lights of New York from his pent room when he heard his phone rang. Checking it, it was Damien. Putting on his black coat, “Hey,” he answered, “How are you dealing with that man flu?” he asked before chuckling. His cousin had an eventful night with one of his flings that ended up him getting sick. Sneezing, “Great! f*****g great!” Damien answered nasally. “I f*****g hate this flu,” he added before sneezing once more. Damien was now regretting his activities towards the woman he had s*x with days ago. She wanted to make love under the stars and sky, which he happily obliged, and now it ended up giving him colds and cough with a bonus of fever. “I can feel you, buddy. I can,” Max said. “So are you coming, or are you still coming here?” he k
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