“ i’m all for it, don’t get me wrong ” a chuckle, set between a sip of cheap, warm beer. the rumble of the worst band you’ve ever heard comes from inside. a backyard lined with leather and spikes and chains and boots. and yet, here’s nancy. “ but you just never struck me as the type who would make an appearance to somethin’ like this. ”
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