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When the hurricane hits him out of nowhere, he’ll understand why storms are named after women.
She tastes like addiction and bad decisions, and yet I would still come back for a hit every day.
“Don’t attempt to play with my fire, Rai. The moment a man so much as looks at you, let alone touches you, I will slice his fucking throat and watch as life leaves his eyes so he knows in every last second that he shouldn’t have touched what’s mine.”

