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"Screw that I wasn’t pitchy, you ass," she says, her eyes glaring a challenge She wins, of course She alins I’d paintif she asked, she has er

"No, you weren’t pitchy You were perfect," I say, kissing her quickly one more time before I have to rejoin ress But this isapart as I back away I sht But she’s already perfect She was perfect the moment I laid eyes on her--perfect for me

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