I thought the one in the other room was your boyfriend. Hell, yes, or how should I know? It hurts, I said. They'd left a light on for me, probably. What? Order him to do it; then he won't be conflicted.
You think you use me with the ardeur, because I'm your pomme de sang. Apparently not. The last time I saw anything this sick was in one of Raina's porno movies. I knew what he wanted.
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