I'll Help You Out, Old School. You Got Me, Yes.

Royal knew an office visit meant ford keeping him and whoever else made his shit list sit and wait from eight a m until whenever he felt like dismissing them. He wanted to tell this trifling, bureaucratic, over compensating napoleon what he could do with his home visits,. But he couldn't. Fort was just one set of teeth of the disembodied beast people called the justice system. Royall angled away from duke, unable to sit under his nephew's gaze. His head slumped. Determined to keep his eyes closed until the sting of his humiliation and helplessness. Ebbed hope was like a stripper. If you paid her, well, the more she came around looking