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Chapter 133: Dillon Vera, At Your Service
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2020-12-18 10:09:47The beautiful young woman in Dillon's embrace shook with remorse. For a moment, he said nothing as he thought about where he should even begin. It was already assumed that Lisa knew Dillon knew everything simply by her reaction. Gently, he pulled away from her and got her to look up at him. With a lopsided grin and a casual shrug, Dillon spoke up.
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"Good man, I'm glad to hear. I remember that day like it was yesterday. Such simple, innocent times, eh?" Tony yawned and gave a content stretch. Dillon could relate, his body was pleasantly heavy and his vision had a warm fuzziness edge to it, if that made any sense.
