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“What, he’s a turnoff for you now?” I didn’t get a reply, so I looked back at her. It made everything needlessly complicated. “Well, I mean…” Nicole began, flustered. Fucking own it.”
“Can you stop fucking bringing that up?!” She shouted, swatting my hand away. By the time I had gotten back home, dad was already home, relaxing in the living room watching Sanford and Son or whatever 80s show he decided was worthy this week. Scott’s office?”
“Como?” She asked me, confused. These girls are objects to you, and the way you secure them isn’t unlike a predator-prey relationship. “I think mom made some earlier but I haven’t been downstairs since yesterday.” she conceded with a hoarser throat.
