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“She’ll have the

“Don’t reot my first taste of coffee Poet’s wife Amy always made the coffee at the club I didn’t knohat she did to it, but it tasted ten times better than the shit I made at home

“Well, you tell her that I’ at me “I still believe she cheated”

“I think she’s just good at it,” I replied,

“She definitely cheated,” he argued “Just not sure how she did it”

“You sure you want a rematch?” I asked

“Hell, yes I want to catch her”

I laughed at the disgust in his voice The old timer was one of the scariest men I’d ever est softy when it came to women and kids

“I’ll let her know you’re waiting on that re my cup in salute

“Do that,” he said with a nod “You’re doin’ a good job with that one Sweet as sugar and wily as a fox”

I agreed and filled upback outside There was a door that went straight fro, I preferred to walk out the front door and around to the open bays It gave et sorease clogging up , I loved what I did and I was daines since I was tall enough to see under the hood—but the s, especially when the weather arm and there was no cross breeze

“Camry’s inside,” the prospect called as I passed him “Keys are on the seat”

“Thanks, uys treated the prospects like shit, but I didn’t A little hazing went a long way, and they were already doing the shittiest jobs iinable—sometimes literally I re order all too well, and I wasn’t going to make it even more miserable for the poor fucks