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down off the bleachers and stands on the other side of the glass. “Take that shit off,” I roar. She’s anything but impressed. “No.” Wrong answer. “I mean it, Laiken. Take it the fuck off or I’ll cut it off you.”
“I’m not jealous—I’m possessive. There’s a difference. And I’ve told you before. You. Are. Mine.”

