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He laughed, and I gritted my teeth until I realised it wasn’t at my expense. “You sound like me. Knock you down and you’re scrabbling to your feet, swinging your fists at the air and claiming it didn’t hurt.” “Oh, it hurt,” I smiled. “But I’m always straight up on my feet. Always.”
Dirty Bad Wrong (Dirty Bad, #1)
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