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"That... Isn't what that does." Oh, Paimon was about to be educated , wasn't he?
"My liver is fine ! It absolutely is right here, and it doesn’t hurt." Barbie pointed to her stomach again, swaying slightly on her feet. She was drunk right now, wasn't she? Cash chuckled, also drunk, as he leaned back into the bed.
"She's okay," He began, "No daughter of mine's gonna have liver failure."
"Yeah! Satan's tits, Daddy, you worry too much."
"I think I worry appropriately for you and your health." With a little sigh, the royal shook his head, "Both of you. The two of you are... Awful."
