“Tough night, Rigo?”
“A stern talking-to? A night in the stocks? I’ve brought my own bread for the rats.” He winked.
“Oh,” he wheezed. “Oh, you bitch .”
“Tough night, Rigo?”
“A stern talking-to? A night in the stocks? I’ve brought my own bread for the rats.” He winked.
“Oh,” he wheezed. “Oh, you bitch .”
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