The Delivery Guy ✔
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↱ 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗚𝘂𝘆 ↰
↳ A S H O R T S T O R Y ↲
❛I'll be going to charge you extra ,if you gawk me like that.❜
❛Only if you want to get a hit on your head with my brand new shoe.❜
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❛❛Didn't you already received an order at 11 in the morning? It's 5 in the evening, how much do you order, huh?❜❜
❛❛I already said, I'm a lifestyle blogger but that's nothing to do with you, just do your work with deliveries, 𝘋𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘎𝘶𝘺!.❜❜
❛❛Even though I 'already' said, I'll repeat it again for the nth time, I'm Not 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘎𝘶𝘺!❜❜
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❛Don't Worry, I won't charge you extra for gawking me like that.❜
❛Sadly, I don't have any brand new shoe to hit your head with.❜
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