"Well, those guys definitely have good taste." [b][i]She states, slinging the gun over her shoulder. [/i][/b]"Thank you, Wilson."
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Gotcha fam. You need any other shit, hit me up.
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"Aight brah, see you later." [b][i]She says, before walking down the hangar, a devilish, shiteating grin on her face. [/i][/b]