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“How you want me, baby?” She answered him by biting his forearm hard. He spun her in his arms. When he went in for a kiss, she slapped his face. “So that’s how?” He put her hard against the wall, holding her by her throat. “You have to fight me? Cause I’m the toughest fucker you’ve ever met. Say it.”

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Book:Saving Poughkeepsie
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