A Cold Cup Of Coffee

A Cold Cup Of Coffee

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Ricky Goldsworth has fucked up this time. Angering the leader of the Mob might've not been the smartest idea but hey, they mucked up his coat. He didn't want them targeting C.C though, who was really his only weak spot. It was his fault really, getting them captured, not like he would admit to that. Well, fuck they're stuck and he doesn't know how to get them out. Sue him.
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