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“He walks forward and pinches my metallic star with his fingers, not refraining from a good grope in the process. “Sheriff, eh? Where are your handcuffs?” I blush, first at his touch and then at his words. [...] He smirks. “Well, I don’t mind if you handcuff me, as long as it’s in the correct setting.” I smile evilly at him. “I’ll remember that.”

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