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“No, I’m playing get the hell away from me.” “You heard her.” Robbie strolls around the table, closing the distance between himself and the guy. The creep stands and scowls. “She’s a slut anyway.” Without hesitation, Robbie throws a fist right into his jaw. It makes a crunching sound. I hope it’s from the man’s chin and not Robbie’s hand.
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