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“I’m keeping you, lisichka,” I say against her lips and slam in her again. “You’re mine.”
“Your demons don’t scare me,”
“Are we going on a picnic? Did you pack ketchup?” “We are not going on a fucking picnic.” He straps the bag to the back of his bike and passes me the helmet. “Why would I take you on a picnic?”
“If, one day, you decide you’ve had enough of my shit, just leave and never look back. And make sure you hide very well.”
