


Take me home, Tiggy.
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Clay: “Yeah?”
Chibs: “I’m a bit worried about Juice.”
Clay: “Worried how?”
Chibs: “This thing with Miles. The sheriff riding him. Boy’s checked out. We got to pull him off this cartel shit.”

Bobby: “Your leadership is compromising this club. I want a vote. New president.”



(Source: unalike)