Christa Greer

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“Yeah, you’re a slut,” I say, angry that I bared my soul to her, and she ignored it like a bitch. “But unlike everyone else, I’ll call you that to your face. And then, I’ll still tell you I love you. I don’t care who you fucked, babe. I only care that you stay mine when we’re together. So how will it be?”
Ghosts of Halloween (Ghosts of Halloween, #0.5-#3.5)
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