Bunny Butters

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God was punishing me for wrongs I’d committed in my past life. That was the only explanation I could think of for why I’d been subjected to my predicament. Josh and I both refused to back down and take the couch, so we were stuck in the same room, the same bed, for the next two nights. A gentleman would’ve offered to sleep elsewhere, but Josh wasn’t a gentleman. He was the spawn of Satan…one
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