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ghost car of barna road

track 3 - liberty belle 2/2

i stole countless garmets off you between high school and college. you kept complaining and pulling them out of my closet, rolling your pretty eyes. one time, just to take a piss out of me, you rang the doorbell and when i opened the door, there you were, shirtless and staring at me with a deadpan expression.

i could’ve given you any of the five tees in my room but somehow, seeing the neighbour eye us in scandalised silence, the only correct rensponse seemed to be to pull off the one i was wearing at the moment and hand it over the doorway. you put it on without missing a beat and extended your hand.

“pleasure doing business with ya, miss kavanagh.”

“likewise, mr donovan.” i replied, very mindful of my lacy bra.

you turned and left, waving at our neighbour with a cocky grin. “and a lovely afternoon to you, mrs o’donnell!”

remembering it now i bit my lower lip to keep a chuckle from escaping and shook my head. my meeting was about to start. i rushed over to my desk and hoped the miserable video quality did its best to hide my puffy eyes.