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DROP SEVENTEEN
DROP SEVENTEEN “This is her?” Tony said, l*****g his lips, peeking inside the room. “Obviously. She’s passed out right now, she must be in a lot of pain but won’t admit to it.” Hector pointed at the futility of it all with a swig of ouzo. Tony went inside with reluctant steps and took a selfie with her. He giggled like an overgrown fanboy. He came back in the kitchen and showed the pic to Hector. He shook his head. “You know, you could have her make some cash on the side, even in this state. I know some people online, I’d only need to put the word out and they’d bite for sure.” Hector stood up and paced towards him. He came up right to his face, making sure he exhaled warm, ouzo-flavoured breath right in his nose. “If you ever suggest something like that again, I will cut your balls
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