Simran Nagpal

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she murmurs. I toss her a grin and grab my tools, then sit on the creeper. Her hands flatten on the hood of her car, and she lifts herself, plopping down on top. She’s so damn short her feet dangle, and it’s… cute. Fuck, I gotta get under this car. Before I say or do some shit that I’m going to regret tomorrow.
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