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Preston doesn’t even retaliate, still laughing, still lost in a high. “No, I’m going to hunt him, too, before I chop him into tiny little pieces. Oh my, I’m getting hard thinking about it. I’m so fucking hard.” “Focus, man,” Jude says. “You fuck off, both of you. I’ll arrange the cleanup and watch some security footage.” “Find out how he managed to trespass on this place, Pres,” I say. “Not important.” He laughs as he walks away. “Not fucking important.” “Get your dick sucked,” Jude shouts. “Don’t go fucking crazy.” Preston only laughs again as he staggers between the trees, the sounds echoing like a symphony of chaos. No one can handle him when he’s in this mode. He hardly ever goes crazy, but when he does, it’s a fucking drag. “He’s going to do something stupid and probably get himself killed,” Jude says. “We should stop him.” I run up behind Preston and then hit his nape with the gun. He falls to his knees and the annoying sound of his laughter disappears. “Well, that definitely sto