contexxxt: “I’m sorry, are… are you accusing me of drinking Mr. J?” she asked as she flipped the towel over the empty bottle. “I’m just… I just don’t want to see you get… I would hate to see…” he stuttered, looked
contexxxt: “I’m sorry, are… are you accusing me of drinking Mr. J?” she asked as she flipped the towel over the empty bottle. “I’m just… I just don’t want to see you get… I would hate to see…” he stuttered, looked
