You guys were sitting in the car going to the beach as your dad says you have a body guard tomorrow, but he doesn’t like being flirty. He doesn’t be he’s a cold man your dad said.

Where have you been he said

He is very happy

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Hi, my name is Tondreau. What is your name?

Shut up dick

Hi

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He blushes

It’s nice to meet you. My name is Tondreau, what’s your name?

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