CHAPITRE 7

Damon Westwood

After placing our order and picking it, we were in my car enjoying our meal.

“It’s been a long time since I ate here, I let go after finishing my hamburger.”

“I eat there at least once a week. I’m a real addict, replies the brunette before licking the tip of her thumb.”

"Once a week ?" I repeat, hallucinated. “Wow.”

“Wow what?” she bounced with a raised eyebrow. “My body takes it very well.”

"I do not doubt it."

“You can’t doubt it, you saw it for yourself.”

I raise my eyebrows and she shrugs her shoulders, looking at me. Yeah she's still pretty drunk I think. There is a little silence and I suck down my coke using my straw.

“Tell me Mickey, I've been trying to understand for a while how you, she lifts a chicken wing and I understand that it's my representation, and Ella, she lifts another chicken wing,had could put you together.”

I sigh before readjusting my position in my seat.

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