Eighty Two- Disgusting Desperation

ROSALINE PIERCE

“Hey, you.” My fingers clicked at the burly man standing in the corner. “Make yourself useful and get me a cup of matcha.”

Rudely, Mr. Ray’s eyes turned to me, then he looked away, his hands folding behind him while I huffed.

“So stupid,” I said, my head shaking as I got up and...

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