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“You’re close to your ...
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“Or you can bend over, and I’ll give my own version of the Eiffel Tower.”
“A toast.”
I take a big gulp of my champagne and touch my glass with his.
“Be a good boy, and you might get what you want.”
“I think it’s just like having a best friend who you want to fuck.”
“And what did you like about me?”
“Well.”
“I wanted to tu...
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“Turn...
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“Into ...
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“Why are you awake so early?”
“Been up for hours. Couldn’t sleep,”
“Why ...
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“All your snoring. It’s like sleeping with a boar cuddling your back. It gives a new ...
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We went to the Louvre and then to the Eiffel Tower. Then we strolled down the Champs-Élysées, a strip of gorgeous shops. We visited the Arc de Triomphe and then went to the ruins of Notre Dame.
“Does he know what he’s doing?” I mouth.
“No.” She widens her eyes and shrugs. “He doesn’t.”
“Look at you, all glowy and shit?”
“We can’t see each other.”
“You’re dumping me?”
“Let me fuck you on your desk.”
“You’re missing out on some magical dick.”
“Yes. A lot of sex. In fact, I fucked his brains out.”
“Whose jocks are these that I found in your suitcase?”
“I want his name.”
“I’m here to see your mother.”
What the hell? He looks like the Hulk.
“I’m going to kill you with my ...
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“Are they?”
The carpet has huge wet patches . . . what happened there? Are they washing out a bloodstain?
“What’s your name?” I ask.
“Your worst nightmare,” he whispers darkly in a monster voice.
He ties the cord around the teddy bear’s neck.
The kid stands on the couch across from me and lets the bear drop. It hangs by the noose. “Broken neck . . . he’s dead,” he whispers.
“Is your mother there making you call me?”
“Yep.”
“Are you really...
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