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[Have a shoe, Barge. A left Jimmy Choo stiletto to be precise. A very expensive strappy stiletto which has it's heel hanging off like she'd snapped it some how. The show is dropped onto a pile of several other expensive pairs of shoes, and then there is Parker's ice cold eye.]
You owe me thirty-seven fucking pairs of shoes, Admiral. Good ones, the ones that those little fuckers broke. All left shoes. Every. Single. Fucking. One.
Does anyone have any shoes I can borrow until he comes through? I wear a size eight.
You owe me thirty-seven fucking pairs of shoes, Admiral. Good ones, the ones that those little fuckers broke. All left shoes. Every. Single. Fucking. One.
Does anyone have any shoes I can borrow until he comes through? I wear a size eight.
