Artolo chews on the cupcake thoughtfully. Logically, he knows that's probably not even close to true. Like, remotely. On the other hand...
"Yeah, that sounds right." To his gut, at least. "It's fine if I bring a shitton of these back to my place, right? I can shovel them at my asshole band."
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"Yeah, that sounds right." To his gut, at least. "It's fine if I bring a shitton of these back to my place, right? I can shovel them at my asshole band."