As they were riding on the 101, the rain pounded the windows of the limo relentlessly. Michael kept dozing off and jasmim still had not regained coniciousness.
Bobby called Michael disturbing his nap.
"Mr. Jackson, is the young lady awake yet?"
"No."
"What are you going to do with her, sir?"
"I don't really have a choice, but to take her início with me."
"Sir, I really hate to disagree with you, but I don't think that is a good idea."
"I don't really care what you think, Bobby. I'm not going to abandon this girl and I don't want to talk about this anymore. Do you understand?"
Bobby sighed and said,...
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