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“So, detective, do you have enough to go on?” I asked Holly. “I got a pretty good feel of her personality, yeah. It’s usually just down to the stereotypes. The true stereotypes, I mean. You get me?” I really didn’t. “Sure.” “I will say that she’s definitely a cutie. You know how to pick them, daddy.” “Don’t get creepy with me.” I replied indian a little uncomfortably, glancing around at the people I shared the hallway with. “Where even are you on campus, aren’t you afraid people will… y’know… listen in?” I heard her laugh on the other end. Now I was attacked from both the sides. {Singing} “Ha Ha!,” she laughed out loud, “Man, you got some fucking ego, indian what the hell are you hiding in your shorts? I said how many slaves does he have? He went through my wardrobe and selected a tube top and a blouse. “I’m all for it, Mom. Out of all the billions of people in this world, we think you are one of the TWELVE lucky candidates to utilize this ground-breaking technology. At least there was plenty of time to sleep and recover from that wild Monet. She found it. Inside her hand is either vaseline or KY or some type of lube. “Morning,” mom says as she walks by.