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Shit, shit, unless I have a gun, I'm running. Sorry, Charlie, you know, we've been best friends for years. We had a lot of good memories, but shoot, I need to go.
Look, I actually didn't mean to click the run button, I just, ah, I hesitated because I didn't, I didn't see the option. But I would save my friend because, maybe he'll do, they'll do the same for you.
That shit look like I'm in the fucking basement and her tits are fucking out. I'd rather fucking ruin for my life. I don't want her putting her damn tits on my fucking face. She looks like she's a fucking granny from the damn game. Plus that friend looks like a fucking NPC. Why the fuck do you want me to save him? Holy shit, *****.