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him... well, that's what happened, right? The women in Laredo didn't take themselves for granted! He stood before the patrons of the country room against the wall, spread his legs and took off

ster the OR standing up? How amateurish, but okay. She couldn't read minds nor carried a portable crystal ball around — as long as this object was real — but she had something about the land usurper's features that kept her on alert. The smirk had left his face. — I know all of you and your families. — Carlo turned to the group — Nobody here is registered... — Because you don't register anyone, you're lazy. — Valentine interrupted, his eyebrow raised in challenge. — Anderson, take Valentine Messano to the cell. — he said, very seriously. Valentine was stunned by his statement. The dry and resolute tone of her voice took everyone by surprise. — Please, delegate, I'm responsible for Valentine. — Walid came to her aid. — Do you want to keep your friend company? — the tone of irony wet every word Carlo said. — That's right, keep it to yourself, Walid. — I'm not going to any cell! — she stiffened her body and balked like a stubborn mule. The police officers, who were flanking her, gave her dirty looks — You need to accuse me of some shit before arresting me. And I didn't do anything. — Contempt. — Shut up, Wesley. The conversation is between me and The Usurper. Carlo pursed his lips, turning his attention back to the others. — Wesley took note of everyone’s name. So, here's the thing: you're going to pay for the losses that Damião incurred at the country hall and add to what you consumed and what you didn't consume because you were fighting, adding five hundred bucks as an apology to him. Tomorrow we will meet at Jocasta's bakery... Take the opportunity to have breakfast there and inject money into the girl's establishment, and we will calculate the losses. Bring your checkbooks, okay? Otherwise, I will knock on everyone's door and collect it personally. That's how things worked in Laredo. And, like kitties in a nativity scene, everyone shook their heads in agreement with the bizarre determination of the delegate-judge-group-therapist. And Valentine's private executioner. My God, am I the only one who has common sense?, she considered, on the verge of a tantrum. — It seems like laziness will let you visit your debtors. — She pulled her arm close to her body before the police officer took it to lead her to th