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“Oh, how cute. The puppy can make noises now.” Jordan laughed and grabbed my arm, tugging me away from Rage. “Don’t f*****g touch her.” Rage’s tone was cold. “Then get her to move.” Jordan stared at him. “I’m cutting in.” “No, you’re not.” He grabbed her arm and scowled. “If you don’t let go, I’ll make you regret it. Are you really sure you want to mess with me?” I was so tired of everyone thinking they could treat me like s**t. I turned to face her and kicked her right in her stomach. She flew against the wall hard, and her dress tangled up around her legs. The music stopped, and people began to gather around so they could watch the show. “You heard him; the answer is no. Now get your ass moving.” I would never play the victim again. It was time to rewrite my story. “Do you know wh
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