Marriage in Ikebukuro
Chapter Sevebty Eight
I nodded, taking their orders to the chef. I ordered our stuff and patiently waited for it to arrive. Sighing, I sat on the bar stool, drumming my fingers against the surface top. My phone beepes, saying I got a text. I fished it out of my pocket and lazily flipped it open.
Join the Dollars. No rules.
Sent from Private Number on 14:35. P.m
What the hell? Who the hell are the Dollars? Whay total spam. I'll probably ask someone about it.
"Yuki-chan~!"
Fuck, its him.
Join the Dollars. No rules.
Sent from Private Number on 14:35. P.m
What the hell? Who the hell are the Dollars? Whay total spam. I'll probably ask someone about it.
"Yuki-chan~!"
Fuck, its him.
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Yuki is so not gonna join da Dollars :D