“And I swear on my left nut that she’s fucking with my head on purpose. She knows how much I want her but can’t have her.” “Why do you say that?” Blakely asks. “Because she’s always in my apartment now. She’s walking around wearing practically nothing. She’s touching me. She’s getting close but not intimate, and it’s driving me nuts. And worst of all . . .” I take a deep breath, lower my sunglasses to the tip of my nose, and say, “She loves bologna.” A collective gasp falls over the group, all the women with slack jaws and blinking eyes. “Oh dear God,” Winnie whispers, leaning back. “Fuck,”
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