The H.A
"Fine. But if you tell anyone about this, I'll kill you," he grumbles, rummaging through his pockets to grab something. After a few seconds he'd grabbed a pen, a piece of paper, and his phone. "My phone number. Since we're partners, we have to keep in contact, got it?" I nod. "I-" "Listen here." Gripping my jaw with h...
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