C48 (forty eight)

WILLIAM

"What the hell are you doing with my phone" yells the raging voice of Lyla as she rushes towards the door, she seats in the car reqcy to ounce at me with words,

"Wait, bush I know what you mean but we need to move now"

"First your ssneaky ass went behind my back making phone calls and all and next you tell me toove I've been to nice with you"

"Agnes told us to run far and quick they