And nice as Erica is, the Invictus are a little bit stuck up for me. Seriously, when that guy from my home town walked in he must have had like a bazillion different names before I got to hear his own. Waaaay too much shit for me. I think I’d die the first time somebody called me Lady this or Miss that. Shit, I’m not even twenty five.
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