[First his tie let loose, now the kid's undoing his shirt buttons, one by one. Slow and fucking deliberate. There's a gleam in his eye too, especially when Larry spits into his hand.]
It's like an appetizer you know, until I can get the real thing with the man himself. [That man is you, Mr. White, in case it's not obvious.]
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It's like an appetizer you know, until I can get the real thing with the man himself. [That man is you, Mr. White, in case it's not obvious.]