when it came to the Queue. The idea of asking his rival for help made AJ nauseous.

        Seconds later, the sound of Diedre’s breathing filled his ear against a backdrop of vehicular mayhem.

        [I can’t chat right now!] Diedre was yelling. [Attach your message to my profile, right? And I only talk to men with nudes. No swingy, no ringy!]

        “Why are you running?”

        [The fuck? Oh, wait...]

        “Why are you running, coward!”

        [I ain’t running, pig! I’ve got places to be!]

        “Stop now and you might live to see central booking!”

    &n...

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