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text | un: bearmitzvah - misfire

[dividingline]

Can't sleep and I'm horny. Where are you?

text | un: LUCKY

[howlett]

How many people shoot you down before you tried me?

[dividingline]

[ Oh shit. ]

Who the fuck is this?

[howlett]

[ Grin. ]

Who the fuck's it supposed to be, Casanova?

[dividingline]

You first, asshole.

[howlett]

Is that a request or just more dirty talk?

[dividingline]

[ OK, maybe he has an idea who this is. ]

Your truck drives like shit.

[howlett]

Then don't drive it.

[Hmph. Tormenting Grady is more fun then wondering what the fuck he's doing with his truck.]

Put a mark on that thing I'll buff it out with your face.

[dividingline]

[ Bingo. ]

Don't make promises you can't keep, big guy.

[howlett]

Never do.

Use the Buick to get to your booty call.

[dividingline]

It's not here. If it was I wouldn't be sending the message in the first place.

[ Obviously. ]

[howlett]

Then here's a better idea.

Take the hint.

[dividingline]

The fuck does that mean?

[howlett]

It means you don't need my truck if there's no place you've been invited.

[dividingline]

Maybe I'm an optimist.

[howlett]

With a personality like yours you'd have to be.