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The Book of Mona 8

And please do not bring Mitchell into this”. “Well, Mitchell is the reason why you been like the walking dead for the past year”, Pay replied. “Will you quit saying his name!”, Mona screamed. “Well, you said his name first Mona!”. Ugh! Why can’t we ever have a normal conversation Payton? Just tell me what time your picking me up.” “Be ready at 8”, Pay replied, and hung up. Mona slammed the phone down on the reciever. Pacing back and forth across the room, she asked herself, “What have I gotten myself into?” Mona was standing in the middle of a pile of clothes she had taken out of her closet, tried on and thrown it off again. And still she had nothing. There she was, knee deep in clothes wearing nothing but her bra and panties. “To bad were not going to a pool party, I could go in my underwear”, she joked to herself.
No matter what she put on, nothing looked right to her. And why was she going thru so much trouble, for some guy she probably wont even see again after tonight. “Screw it!”, she said.

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