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"so tell me," she said taking a step closer to him. his eyes followed her intently, while his jaw was clenched. "who would win in a fight?" she flashed him a challenging smile, she knew that she was getting a reaction out of him, and it was so satisfying to know that.
"i'll tell you," she smirked, as she pushed him against the wall. "i win either way."
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