Morgan turns to leave and over her shoulder she says, “I'll be in touch, but I wont wait too long for you to make up your mind. I have better things to do with my time...”
She turns and stomps off, mumbling under her breath, Thorn? Thorn my ass. More like a little prick, one he cant use... Damn it! It cannot be this hard to snatch that maggot. Why is this getting so complicated?
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