Chapter 27
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Updated : Oct 11th, 2020
I woke up on a cold hard metal bed and frowned. I groaned, as it felt like someone just dropped a huge rock on my head.
"Where the hell am I? And why does it feel like someone hit my head with a rock?" I questioned, squinting my eyes and running a hand through my hair.
"Morning, sweetheart, and welcome to jail. Your head is hurting because you have a hangover. Now, what would you prefer to eat? We have eggs, bacon, and pancakes or hash browns, eggs, and pancakes,” Andrew said sarcastically...
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