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Too bad about the girls. I really liked them a lot. “Holy s**t, what happened to you?” Maggs demanded. She looked me over and burst out laughing. “Ladies, check this one out.” I blushed, wishing I could disappear. So much for nobody guessing what I’d been up to. “I see you and Boris had your little discussion,” Dancer said, peering closely at me. “What the hell is he, a damned vampire?” “What do you mean?” “You have hickies all over your neck,” Em said, smirking. “Big ones. He did it on purpose—no way a person could do that by accident.” Fucking *. “He is such a d**k,” I muttered. “And this is news?” Claire asked. “They’re all d***s. It’s sort of a defining characteristic of men, babe. You know, that dangly thing between their legs?” “I’m going home,” I said. “I can’t take this.”
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