I got to my feet and brushed sand off the seat of my pants. 'How about you sell me the 'Stang for thirty dollars? I can even pay cash.'

He laughed, slinging his arm around my shoulders. 'Drunk, but not that drunk, Grey.

Autor: Becca Fitzpatrick

I got to my feet and brushed sand off the seat of my pants. 'How about you sell me the 'Stang for thirty dollars? I can even pay cash.' <br /><br />He laughed, slinging his arm around my shoulders. 'Drunk, but not <i>that</i> drunk, Grey. - Becca Fitzpatrick

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