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Chapter 47 - A little traveling music during the apocalypse (Patreon)
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“So, any requests for music?” I asked the beautiful young girl sitting in the passenger seat of my looted vehicle.
Amy laughed a sweet, bright laugh, sending me a wink and a smile, her body mostly turned to face me. Had she foregone a bra? If those hard nipples showing through her tank top were any indication, I’d say so.
“Anything but country,” she answered.
“A lady after my own heart,” I said before putting in a CD filled with a mix of classic hits, the Mamas & the Papas, California Dreamin’ coming on.
“I love this song!” Amy said, waiting for the vehicle in front of us in the convoy to move, her youth and enthusiasm filling me with new energy. “Sing with me, Gothic!”
“Stopped into a church, I passed along the way, well I got down on my knees, and I pretend to pray,” we sang together.
“That’s just not fair, Gothic, someone as gorgeous as you has no right to have a singing voice that sweet,” Amy laughed. “God doesn’t love anyone that much.”
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