04-06-2017, 06:22 PM
Frank was hopeful that Jacques wouldn't remember it, though it took him no time to do so as the older man scratched the back of his neck. "I didn't take it... You left it one night and so it's always been with my stuff."he bit his lower lip and shrugged some,"I... I mean, yeah... Once I moved I wasn't going to come back and start a shit storm over one shirt." His face was heating up as he then scratched his beard,"It's not a big deal, I just never threw it out, and it's a good thing too because you need a shirt right now."
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