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Dysfunctional | hs.

Dysfunctional | hs.

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Seventeen year old Jacqueline Dawn adapts a certain irrevocable attraction towards her stepfather, thirty three year old Harry Styles. "We're dysfunctional. We're no good for each other." His hand slips up underneath my nightgown tauntingly slow. The tips of his fingers feel like electricity as they continue on their trail further and further. "Stop me." His hand continues to slide up further and he takes a step forward, pressing his lips to my ear. In a breathy voice, again he says, "Stop. Me." But I never could.
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