He paints his fingers with a close precision. Nate starts to notice empty bottles of gin. And takes a moment to assess the sins Matt's paid for. A lonely speaker in a conversation. His words were swimming through his ears again. There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for. Say what you mean. Tell Nate he's right. And let the sun rain down on him. Give him a sign. He wants to believe. Woah, Matthew Patrick. He's guarnteed to run this town. Woah, Matthew Patrick. Nate'd pay to see him frown. He senses something, call it desperation. Another dollar, another. And if Matt had the proper words to say. He would tell him. But he'd have nothing left to sell him. Say what you mean. Tell Nate he's right. And let the sun rain down on him. Give him a sign. He wants to believe. Woah, Matthew Patrick. He's guarnteed to run this town. Woah, Matthew Patrick. Matthew Patrick wear Nate out. Pleased to please him. Matthew Patrick wear him out. Say what you mean. Tell Nate he's right. And let the sun rain down on him. Give him a sign. He wants to believe. Whoa, Matthew Patrick. He's guarnteed to run this town. Whoa, Matthew Patrick. Nate'd pay to see him frown. Say what you mean. Tell Nate he's right. And let the sun rain down on him. Give him a sign. He wants to believe. "There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for.." Nate smirked softly to himself
I'm Nate!
YOU ARE READING
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Acak"Now maybe I can't make you mine So I'll enjoy our time." PLEASE, DON'T STEAL MY SCENARIOS, I KNOW WHEN ONE IS STOLEN!
