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The wind whipped past faster and faster until the sound of his bike was all Marv could hear. He pushed the bike harder, hoping the ride would clear his mind and erase the thoughts that kept creeping in. Thoughts he was trying his damndest to push away. She had seen him. What are you doing in there? He had been pulling his hand out of his pants. The large wad of money pressed uncomfortably against his d**k. He hadn’t had time to adjust it before the girl had appeared in the doorway. Marv reminded himself that she was just a stupid little slut. Stupid enough to believe what he told her. Just lookin’ for my brotha. He had been looking for his brother. So that part was true. He just left out what he had found. He left out that there was a large wad of stolen money shoved down the
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