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Chyna flipped her hair over her shoulder and pushed past the curtain, refusing to acknowledge his statement. She wondered if he was laughing at her as she exited the room, but she wouldn’t look over her shoulder to find out.
Frederick found her on the other side as she walked out of the dressing room, holding her old clothes. “You slut! I’m so jealous!” he cried when she approached.
“Jesus, Frederick! Will you shut up much?” she asked as eyes followed her around the room.
“Okay, my little twatwaffle,” he said, grabbing her elbow and ushering her out of the building like a high schooler desperate for the latest gossip.
“Seriously?” she asked, rolling her eyes at him. “Can we please go have s*x now?”
“Threesome with Dallas? Neither of us do chicks, but you could…you know, watc
