// Sold Out // - The 1975
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“I want to see her! Make your move if you are going to make it, otherwise, Matty, let me have a chance,” Ross shouted at Matty.
“You only want her because she is mine!” Matty responded.
His? I was his?
“Is she yours? Really? Is she YOURS or are you staking claim now because I want a chance?” Ross questioned him.
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