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ELEVEN

Clearly.

I find him rather boorish.

"You not my type... Yeah, Michael told us your ass loose."

If he doesn't stop drizzling saliva every time he shouts at the poor girl, I swear, by the time he leaves, the floor will be slippery which is good news, at least for me. I'm hoping I slip and fall, hit my...

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