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Why do I get the feelin' that this is a very, very bad idea? He asks himself while he pulls the cake box, holding it securely with both arms before following the female, who seems to in a hurry if the pace she sets walking is any indicator to go by. He's not very comfortable, but he just tells himself that the delivery will be over in no time so he can be home soon, away from fancy houses and creepy women who land in front of trucks as though they're impervious to being hit by a vehicle. Yeah, okay, that isn't helping his nerves at all, only succeeding in bumping his heart rate up and making him considerably paranoid.
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