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want pretty Taylor to know you're
fucking her equally pretty boyfriend,
you'll give me what I want. It's a fair
trade, don't you think? I cross my legs,
feeling more relaxed and in control.
“Who are you?” he whispers.
“No-one.”
Rubbing a hand across his face, he
looks at the door, the clock, anywhere but
at me.
