“You’re sleeping with all of them.” “You’re damn fucking straight I am.” I don’t know if she was trying to make me feel embarrassed or expecting me to deny it, but the Bishops are mine and I want everyone to know it. “You’re a whore,” she snaps, rearing back like I’ve got the Lulum Plague from eight hundred years ago. Fool. “A whore having the best fucking time of her life.
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