IvyMac: Eew…Keep your frosting to yourself! GrayG: I see you’ve discovered my inherently sweet and tasty nature. I mean, who wouldn’t want this car? I’m assuming you take gumdrops as currency? Read this: one scratch on that car and you bought it. I think you’re developing a fascination with my bzness. I won’t make mention of your pink phobia, and I don’t care where you do your business. Lilliputian? I don’t know whether to choke on the hypocrisy or be impressed that you know what a Lilliputian is. IvyMac: You’re schooling me on my use of shenanigans? Really, Mr. I’m not about to pull a hamstring in the pursuit of pleasure. So don’t worry, there will be no shenanigans (Shenanigans? Srsly? What are we, 80?) anywhere near the car. You do realize your car is a bubblegum-pink Fiat 500, right? Even if I could get it up surrounded by all that heinous pink, the car is better suited for Lilliputians. You want to hook up with one of your women, do it in a bed and not in my car. There will be no shenanigans taking place in it or you’ll answer to me. As said agent’s daughter, I know football players and their ways. I don’t really care if he’s going to sign you or not. Grayson, my father tells me he lent you my car. Text to Gray Grayson from unknown source.
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