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what can you sell at home to make money

datatime: 2022-11-28 12:29:35 Author:mnHZBqDK

Chub shook himself like a dog, spitting blood and sandy grit. The bicycle patch had peeled, so now he had two open eyes with which to keep a bead on the nigger girl; more like one and a half, since the unhealed lid drooped like a ripped curtain.

"Good question," the woman said.

Chub was too weak to hit her. He wasn't even a hundred percent sure he'd heard it right. Delirium slurred his senses.

Yep. Definitely the colonel.

"Well, it's tempting."

Craning his head, Chub saw it was attached to a striped, sand-caked body that could not possibly be his. The cock, for example, was puckered to the size of a raspberry; definitely not a millionaire's cock.

"Try to clean this messy gunshot and stop your bleeding."

"What're you gone do to me, if I might ast?"

"Just a beginner," the white man said.

"Jesus Willy Christ!"

"Don't you talk down to me."

Yep. Definitely the colonel.

"No, but I work in a doctor's office. An animal doctor-"

"Whatcha gone do with all that lottery money, nigger?"

Chub shook himself like a dog, spitting blood and sandy grit. The bicycle patch had peeled, so now he had two open eyes with which to keep a bead on the nigger girl; more like one and a half, since the unhealed lid drooped like a ripped curtain.

"Try to clean this messy gunshot and stop your bleeding."

Yep. Definitely the colonel.

The white guy's face appeared over the woman's shoulder. He whistled and said, "Hey, sport, what happened to your eye?"

Chub shook himself like a dog, spitting blood and sandy grit. The bicycle patch had peeled, so now he had two open eyes with which to keep a bead on the nigger girl; more like one and a half, since the unhealed lid drooped like a ripped curtain.

Chub was too weak to hit her. He wasn't even a hundred percent sure he'd heard it right. Delirium slurred his senses.

"And maybe a watermelon patch!"

Another agitated voice. Sounded like Bode Gazzer. "For God's sake, Chub, shut up! She's only trying to save your life, you stupid fuck!"

"You ain't no doctor," Chub said to her.

The last thing Chub heard before blacking out was Bodean Gazzer bellowing: "Hey, I changed my mind! You kin let him die! Go 'head and let the asshole die!"

"Try to clean this messy gunshot and stop your bleeding."

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