123 13 10
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She rose to one elbow, brown breasts lolling in the shadows. “I tell you when you go.”
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1638 0 1
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Well, just put your hand on my knee, alone in my room, perv, unasked-and-unflirted for, go get a date, you coward, you limp-dicked male bitch . . .
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95 4 2
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102 14 8
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220 2 1
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It's been said the scoreboard doesn't lie. By that measure, she didn't have much to boast about. No job. No money. No husband. No kid. She could spin it any way she liked. Her life was not great.
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