Clara squeezed Evelyn’s hand again as though lending her some courage. They moved on without acknowledging them. One step… two steps… three steps… four—
“They think they can just ignore us, Cody,” the lead drunk repeated.
“I would say so, Erik,” said the man behind them.
“She does more for me than some limp dick like you ever could.” Clara countered.
“Oh, I can get it up,” Erik said while pointing down the alley.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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