Morgan VanderWeele

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“Raven, quiet.” “I said I want out!” “Bro, shut her up.” They start to panic. “Someone will hear.” “Fuck.” “I swear to fucking—” My words die on my lips when I’m jerked right and heavy lips land on mine.
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