Cassandra sauntered up to a lanky boy named Ethan Price, who had shoulder-length hair, a Tolkien T-shirt, and a voice that cracked every fifth word. It had gotten late by the time they wrapped things up—they had completely lost track of time. Her black yoga pants hugged her round ass, showcasing the kind of voluptuousness that could make any man’s head spin. Make sure everyone sees.”
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