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“In the flesh. That bitch thought a

bit of coke could kill this stallion.” He

smirks. “Now, you’re going to lock that

door. I’ve taken care of the front, and

you’re going to march up to your parents

safe and get me all the money they have in

there.”

"We don't keep a safe," I tell him.

My parents never believed in hoarding

money in their home. For this very

reason.