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The once silver BMW was covered in black handprints. “Mr. Rogers! You’re supposed to fix them, not fondle them!” He cackled. “But I couldn’t help it. She’s a beauty.” “She looks like a filthy harlot.”
Book boyfriends were the best. They never stood me up, never talked back, and best of all, they never betrayed me.
