He switched his weight from one leg to the other and gave me a menacing look. It wasn't the look a man gives a woman when he wants her to believe him, it was the look a man gives when he will defile her for the sake of being proved right. A chilling flirtation that held my eyes to his. I felt his look press the knot that had formed in Margot's car back to the hot corner of my gut. It seemed to burn deeper as his lips parted slightly and he began to speak, "Oh yeah, smart ass recycle girl, I'm sure you know a lot about the world. How old are you, thirteen?"
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I love it.
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Also we're watching african butts on tv right now. Awesome.
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