When the time comes (+18)
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I was late again and positive that Raven would kill me this time, we were going to the theater we don't go out anymore not like before and our life is getting worse and worse, after a lot of cursing and pillows floating around we leave, everything was great the show was amazing and the hidden wine in the water bottle was divine the only thing we didn't thought was the part that we would need to drive drunk and crash into the big black pick-up where two mafia projects were parked, if i didn't died for Raven hands i one hundred for cent sure i will die in theirs.
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