Get out, Gregory, now before you say something even more stupid. I was at the door to the Jeep. Everyone keeps telling me that, but I don't seem to be resisting much anymore. I opened it up and read it, though I already knew what it was.
I meant it to be a joke. It was just one of those things. I looked past him to Jean-Claude, who had laid back against the mound of pillows so that the crimson of the sheets framed his black curls perfectly. Drop the knife, or I put a bullet in you.
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