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| What kind of shit is this? That Lindberg forces us to come smoke in here, but how is it safe? It seems those in the main room can still hear what is being said, surely smoke can escape like the sound will. |
That plotting son of a bitch works for Kayla. He's got us right where he wants us.
Hey! Pass that lon booze! | |
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| Freyja, it looks like your little friend followed us in here. |
Regrettably, yes. He can sit on my lap while we play, but no drinking or smoking Aldo! |
*takes a deep swig*
I'll sit on your lap if you call me daddy.
Ah, shit. This is some good stuff! | 
