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Russell's got this dead ass deer in the headlights look.
Jaxon is licking his chops, his eagerness causing his excitement to overflow.
I lean forward, my elbows on my thighs, a cruel curve to my lips. My thoughts are swarming me, fighting for first place. They really don't need to fight that hard; there's room for all of them.
I chuckle as I bring my hand up and casually rub my fingers together.
"Russell...Brooks..." I hiss, giving him a hard stare.
He blanches immediately, his mouth dropping open into an o.
Jaxon cackles in my head."I think douche canoe remembers us..." He snaps his jaws shut, happy as f**k.
I look Russell over. Not impressive at all.
Not even close.
At least he doesn't stink. I would've knocked him out for that alone.
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