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This is called-overstaying your welcome.

She walked in slowly, and I could tell something wasn’t right.
“You alright?”
“Yeah, just a fucking awful hangover is all.” She said, frowning and holding her head.
Phillipe stepped out of the kitchen holding a beer. “Want it? Who knows-might help.” She just scowled at him.
He shrugged, “More for me. Oh, and speaking of more, there might be some more money coming your way.” He said, will a little glint in his eye that he always got when money was involved.
She looked up, immediately suspicious. “If it involves a club, or a big audience, then the answer is no. You know how I feel about that kind of stuff. Just because I’m in the business, and technically you’re my manager, does not mean I’m your whore in any way what-so-ever.” She ranted.Of course, it was good to have lines that people weren’t allowed to cross.
“No, I don’t think it’s a big deal..”
“What is it Phillipe?”
Then, to save him the trouble of answering, in walked Matt, “Mind if I stay a few more days?” He asked, like we actually wanted him here.

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