“Yeah. Of course. He didn’t do anything. I mean, outside of being super creepy.” “He had his hands on you,” he said, reaching for my wrist and inspecting my arms one at a time, for I don’t know what. “He didn’t touch my arms. He was focused on my hips and my waist. I want you to know that I was just about to knee him in the balls when you came in.” His hands were on my upper arms, rubbing them up and down in a comforting way. “I’m so fucking sorry I let him come in here with you. I’ve known him for a long time, and I’ve never liked the dude. I had no idea he was working for Danner. I thought
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