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DROP TWENTY-FOUR
DROP TWENTY-FOUR “Ready?” Hector asked, parking the truck. “f**k, yeah!” Patty said. “I have to admit I can’t wait to get back there. I still can’t stand the Pinups, but if it’s the only way to get back in the game…” She shrugged. “You can stop anytime. I don’t wanna force you back in there. We can find you some sort of work that will help pay off your debt in a few years.” “Yeah,” she snorted. “A few hundred.” She turned in the seat towards him. “Look, I appreciate the offer, but, I’m good at this.” Hector exhaled. “Okay. Let’s do this then.” The stadium was packed once again. Gigantic holobanners showed Cyberpink athletes leaning down and teasing fans as they walked past, l*****g their fingers and hopping in place, making everything jiggle. Hector snorted. It was ridiculous. So ov
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