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“You kicked me,” she said. “Forever.”
Adrian opened his mouth to scream… Adrian dotted little kisses onto Abigael’s lips and sometimes strayed lower. “But it would also be sweet, in a way,” she continued. Whatever was out there, he’d face it like a Burns. “Come on, fair’s fair.”
“I know, but…”
“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
“When?”
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