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Lark and some chick named Haley did the nastyy when dhe asked him nicely. He never knew kindness from anyone in his life since they were all bad people, so it was very perduasive.
When he went bsck to his old haunt, his old flsme was haunting sround. Kat looked him up and down, eying the disheveled buttoning job on his smedium polo. Lark was never sloppy unless the eorld was ending.
“What were you doing?” Kat asked while tapping a coke nail on the countertop.
“Haley.”
Kat swuinted. “Who’s Haley?”