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Pink pussy gets a real fucking “I wouldn’t either. Erin simply gave me a look that said, ‘Don’t insult me.’

I sighed and rested my head against the glass. Buy a business and burn it to the ground. “You guys are engaged, right?”

“Oh, we are,” she said, glancing down at her hand. She counted them off one finger at a time, “Helen. What if we all had to maintain the cleanliness of our homes by making our own supplies and soap? I entertained the possibility of dating someone like her, and I didn’t hate the idea. “Shhh,” she said softly. Hiro is a bastard.”

“How well do you know him?” I asked as we reached the tables, pulling out a chair for Astrid, who took it with a gracious smile. He slung it over his shoulder and started leading us to what I assumed was the next teeing ground. I enjoyed the mental image of her sitting cross-legged on my bed in one of my button-downs, sipping from a coffee mug as she suffered from a severe case of bedhead. I accidentally left the door open earlier.”

“What’s there to be sorry about?