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It was Dave, texting me from across the store."Thos jeans ur wearing tday make yr ass look hot.
I want 2 fuk it."I wasn't sure whether to blush, laugh, or call the cops. A guy who, up until now, had demonstrated zero interest in my ass, let alone any wish to defile it.
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