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I’m a bit lost in Gregorio’s big arms, trying to keep up with his pelvis. I may be getting ideas, but it seems to me that something grows at the level of his underpants. Am I having an effect on him or am I wrong? It’s all very surreal. My poor mother must be turning in her grave. My God… Lost in thought, I feel someone snatch Gregorio from my arms. He receives a punch on his perfect face before crashing like a pancake on the ground. But, but, but… It’s Damien, the policeman who’s supposed to keep his cool under all circumstances. “Are you crazy!” I cried, furious. “He was groping you!” he said, shaking his wrist to ease the pain. “And since when do we care about each other?” “Well… then, s**t!” Without warning, he grabs my face and almost as delicately as Yohan – you know, that boy
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