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... as, his sneakers rustling on the hardwood, the Playbook throbbing with heat through the canvas.
The bedroom door was closed behind him, her lavender smell on his skin, her moaning in his head. Mike’s mom, done. Who’s next?
His ribs were sore to the beating in the alley, and his jaw was aching, but his grin remained smug, and his heart was racing with triumph.
The house was dark, the lamp was dim, the candles of jasmine were low. He pushed the front door open, creaking on ...
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