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(2 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5, rated)Tina sat cross-legged on Shane’s beat-up sectional, nursing a beer she hadn’t actually drunk from in twenty minutes. The bottle had gone warm and slick in her palm, condensation pooling between her fingers the way she’d been pooling between her thighs for seven straight days now, every time her brain decided to replay that night




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