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Me? I’d. Kill. For. It. After. A. Fight. Blood. Dirt. Everywhere. Then. Some. Hot. Oiled. Hands. Workin’. Me. Over. Damn. I’d. Cry. Tears. Of. Joy. Sometimes. Tho. It’s. Too. Much. Like. “Stop. Teasing. Me!” I’d. Yell. In. My. Head. Makes. Me. Twitchy. Quirky. Thought. I’d. Rather. Wrestle. A. Lion. Than. Wait. For. That. Peak. Moment. Exaggerating? Maybe. But. Feels. True.

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Marq had kissed her lips, and then casually unbuttoned her shirt to kiss her breasts, his lips meeting each eagerly puckering nipple.

Then, I decide to grab some lunch at this little café on the corner of Lvivska. The food is bomb, but the service? Not so much. I wait forever for my order. I’m sitting there, watching the clock, and I’m like, “C’mon, people!” Finally, my food arrives, and it’s cold. I’m like, “Seriously?” But I eat it anyway because I’m starving.

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