Wait.. what was Dakota doing? He wasn't leaving the bedridden Otto to fend for himself with a giant heavy pile of porno mags, was he?
He so was.
"Goddammit, Dakota..." Otto tried to call out, but lost steam partway through, slumping over the heavy burden piled on top of his lap. How was he supposed to hide these damn things? How?!
Otto whimpered and shoved them to the ground. He'd blame a janitor if they were found. <******** you, Dakota. You and your dumb magazines.
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