He and The She Devil
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"Please let me go. Please I won't tell anyone please. let go of me, please." He begged crying hard. I could tell that he was scared to death. I could smell his fear from a mile away. He looked more beautiful and cute with tear stained face. Awwwww... I squealed internally.
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