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Salty Licorice
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Concluida, Has publicado feb 22, 2022
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Going into there senior, a group of unlikely friends agree a to a bet over a new foreign exchange student. But as the year moves on and emotions are caught in the cross hairs, they start to realize there might be more going on than just a game.
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"Fuck you," She spits venom. 
"Over my dead body, would I ever let you fuck me," I smirk coldly before I step back and open my driver side door. "Get your stick and ass off my truck."
"What stick?" She scoffs. 
"The one up your ass," I snorted, jumping into my seat starting my truck letting it roar to life scaring Emily. "Adios Thompson." I flip her off through my open window as I pull out of my spot and drive home.
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