Place hasn’t fucking changed at all. I don’t know what I was expecting but I wasn’t exactly expecting that everything would look the fucking same as it did the first time. I got the cold sweats and let go of the wheel, wiping my hands on my legs. All the shit I seen and this fucking place scares the shit out of me. How’s that for fucked up?
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Chapter 8
**Present time**
Vin’s POV
“Gabe, have you seen my black, pinstriped suit?” I frown, a bit frustrated, as I keep rummaging through the hangers of clothes. Damn! I think I sent it to the dry cleaner’s and forgot to pick it up. I’m such a mess.
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Laws are supposed to protects us, but when the government decides to get in our pants, some crazy stuff goes down!
Here are some actual sex laws truly for the record books!
1. In Bakersfield, Calif., if you’re going to have sex with Satan, you’ve gotta use a condom. And definitely come up with a safe word!
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Chapter 7
**Present Time**
Gabriel’s POV
The phone rings and Vin goes to pick it up, returning short after with the cordless. “No, it’s okay, we’ve been up for a while,” he says into the receiver, taking a seat at the table. “Sure, let me talk to her.” Continue reading
The 94 runs in a straight fucking line all the way across North Dakota. And I mean a straight fucking line. Don’t even need to look down at the map, just keep driving.
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**Present Time**
Vin’s POV
I don’t consider myself an excellent cook but I know my way around casseroles and pans. Unlike Gabe, who is a truly lousy cook. If left to his own, he’d probably do with frosted package of precooked food or worse, gummy bears and popcorn. Ever since I’ve known him, I’ve been ridding his ass, no pun intended, about his unhealthy eating habits until I figured out that the only way to change them was to cook the meals myself.
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