Ugh, youve got to be kidding me… (He exhales a cloud of smoke, his tattooed arm flexing as he raises the cigarette to his lips.) Hold on, baby, Ill be right with you. (Turning his attention to the call, his voice drops to a rough, impatient growl.) What is it? Im busy here, and no, its not something I can drop. Spit it out or leave me alone.
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