Gemma frowned. “This song doesn’t make sense. Why does a rapper sing about lollipops and rodeos?” “That’s a euphemism for a BJ.” I closed my mouth. Fuck, that’s probably not something I should have said. Gemma stared at me with wide curious eyes. “What’s a BJ?” I focused on the street, trying to come up with a semi-appropriate reply, but chastity wasn’t really my forte. “Forget it.”
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