Vanilla Scented Candles

Vanilla Scented Candles

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WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación mié, may 23, 2018
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Just 20 and in college, Clemine Jarst just got back to her house after class at the university, which is roughly an hour away. Only after she gets inside does she check her pockets to make sure everything is there. "Phone, keys, bus pass, and wall-. Wait, where is my wallet?" A mob boss by the name of James Cameron, not the movie writer, is walking to his car after a hard day at work. Working being some tasking mob work. Right as he is about to make a turn left to the parking lot with his car, he sees a Spider-Man wallet laying on the ground. Inside is 5 dollars, a financial aid business card, another financial aid business card, a bank statement, a school ID, and a drivers license. "Clemine Jarst, huh. Poor bloke dropped her wallet. Ha, poor is right. How does someone only have 6.67 left in their bank account?" After some consideration, he takes pity on the girl. So much he decides to be a good guy, which is saying something considering he is a mob boss after all.
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The cold barrel presses sharply into my temple. "Go on," I goad. "Isn't this what you do to the people who piss you off?" His gaze hardens. His hand on my hip flexes involuntarily. His other hand flicks the safety back on, his eyes never leaving mine. "I shoot bad guys." "What do you do to bad girls?" He gaze flicks to my mouth. He drags the gun down my face, over my cheek, until it rests against my lips. "Suck." **** It was supposed to be just a careless one night stand. But after witnessing that one night stand commit murder, things get a little more complicated.

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