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Thanks for impaling me with your giant stick. My mouth goes dry as I slowly look up at the boys. Posey smiles and says, “From the look on your face, I bet you owe me a thank-you. Go ahead, I’m all ears. Lay it on me.” “Fuck off,” I say as I sit back down on the bench.
He's Not My Type (The Vancouver Agitators, #4)
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