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"was he fuckin' bothering you?"

"no, bren. it's okay. i'm fine, baby." i said, slightly tugging on his shirt.

brendon brushed my hand off of him, leaning in to whisper in my ear. "do i need to punish you when we get home?"

"no, it was nothing." i quietly said back.

he grabbed my hand harshly and began pulling me away.

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