“I warned you,” I say, my voice low as I take another step closer. “I told you there’d be no going back. I am consumed by you, Francesca Bristow. But no, I don’t intend to date you, because I already know what your favorite food is. I know what your cunt tastes like, and if I could recreate it somehow, I’d turn it into my own personal blend of heroin so that I could inject it straight into my veins.” She lets out a tiny gasp, and I step closer. “I know your biggest secrets and your deepest desires, because I’ve been watching you for a long time. I now realize that it may seem one-sided, but
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