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”Baby, A body like yours just belongs in a dress,
It’s a waste to ruin the sight with an ‘old T-shirt and some slacks.”
Obviously the Chairman
was suprised about how casually she spoke about the Lucky 38,
” ‘Acting like it’s nothing, I dig it pussycat,
                 But i find it all hard to believe,
                               Plus i assume that ‘Someone’ Is ‘ol mister house, Right?”

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       “Mm. You’re not th’ first person t’ever say that. But I stopped wearin’ dresses on a regular basis when I was like five. As for my employer—-I believe that if it ain’t none o’your business then it ain’t none o’your business. Since y’mentioned a name—I guess I can give y’the benefit of a doubt. Yeah. House. Why?” Arms fold now, the hole riddled shirt sitting in her lap as she gazed up at the man standing over her.

The wheels in Benny’s head have been turning for a
little while now, but finaly the pieces fitted togheter,
But they didn’t result into the best of news for him,
If he was correct about it now, 
“Baby, You do not happen to be a courier hired by the ‘ol man now, Do you?”
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"You've made your last delivery kid..."

❝ Sorry you got twisted up in this scene, From where you're kneeling it must seem like an 18-carat run of bad luck. Truth is...the game was rigged from the start. ❞

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