Leandra Parsons

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“Dammit.” Heading back inside, my friends are shooting me shit-eating grins as I walk to the bar to pay my tab. “I’ve never seen a woman run out of this bar so fast.” Ryan laughs. “Fuck off,” I grumble.
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