“Aha! I knew it!” He turns his head to me, face victorious as he holds the laptop aloft. “You little liar! You watched it without me.” I take a few measured breaths, watching his expression fall as he notices the look on my face. “Let me explain something to you, Dawson.” I take a step toward him, tone low and threatening. “If you ever pick my lock again. Not only will I never sleep with you again. I will pepper this town with flyers saying that you have a multitude of venereal diseases and find a way to tattoo Blondie Was Here First on your dick while you sleep as a permanent reminder of me.”
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