“Oh, nice. I’m not familiar, is it local?” The lie slips out of my mouth before I can even attempt to stop it. “Depends on what you mean by local. Where do you live?” “Like an hour or so away from here,” I say, and her eyebrows raise in surprise. “You drive an hour to come here? There must be multiple, nicer gas stations closer to you.” “Yeah, but the clerk at this one lets me eat her pussy on the back of a bike.” Violet’s breathing hitches and causes her to choke on air. She sips from a mug to regain control of her coughs. “Let’s just move past what happened, okay?” she says, pressing a hand
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