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Stroke Cartel
One of them finally smirks, tilting his head slightly. “Need some help with that?” he asks, his voice low and teasing.
Without missing a beat, the other blurts out, “Yeah…”—like he’d been waiting for the question all along.
Without missing a beat, the other blurts out, “Yeah…”—like he’d been waiting for the question all along.
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