Morgan VanderWeele

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So, I choose a deserted table, nothing but leftover food at the other end from a crowd who was too lazy to carry their trays to the trash. I’m only seated for a solid five minutes when Royce plants his ass on the table in front of me, swinging his large leg over so I’m now between his,
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