I hope Jack saves up all that money per hour he was on the phone and on the computer with me, torturing me and he puts it in cash in an envelope and hides it underneath the seat of my Mercedes.
I don't find it for months.
He's a computer genius. But he feels fucking guilty. Super. So it's like 200k. d
That's a lot of cash underneath the fucking seat.
YOu took out the stuffing.
OH.It's not torture. It's my job.
It's fucking torture.
NO. d.
"Who are you talking to, Lacey????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Why don't you answer my questions!~!!@!!!!!!?????
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