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Playlist: Video 14/67
Playlist: Video 14/67 “Scrub harder, you little blonde tampon!” bellowed Antioche, and the girl fell to her knees and rubbed the bike’s surface. It was a secondary bike of course, her own had been trashed on the highway. Bremusa came to the garage cupping her hand over her ear. “A little louder please, I’m getting old and deaf here.” Antioche snorted and went on packing up her gear. Bremusa fell beside her and they prepared their necessary equipment. They didn’t really need to talk about it, it was something drilled down a thousand times and they both knew what they needed. Bremusa send a text to Melousa and she appeared a few minutes later, getting her own gear ready. The blonde recruit didn’t dare speak, she just scrubbed the bike clean and dried it with spare rags they had for stuff
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