James When my name was called, I was making a big pot of soup. Apparently, I had visitors. I dropped the ladle on the table and took off my gloves. “You already in trouble with the law?” the supervisor shook his head and pointed at the visitors. Nigel and Ridley were standing near the entrance. “Well, this is a new look?” Ridley took a picture, laughing. “Would make a nice wallpaper.” “Aww, I didn’t know you cared,” I held my chest, “Fuck you too,” I hissed at him. “Have some respect. There are children around.” Nigel added, looking at me. “What do you two want?” I crossed my arms. “To talk,” Nigel
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