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"Look! Either pull over and let me go anywhere! Or I'm dropping my pants and going in the car!" he yelled , refusing to make a mess of his clothes. He was fairly clean , a few days in prison had roughened him up, his hair was kinda a mess and greasy , more gold and yellow straw than it's normal platinum. He didn't pay Tamia any attention for now, he had more pressing matters to attend to but would deal with that shortly.
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