I sat watching, somewhat fascinated, somewhat revolted, at his third trimester bulge as he leaned over the now steaming engine of the car and clucked his tongue. He turned to me, as if to say something, and noticed that I was looking at him. He winked and my stomach lurched into my throat. Claire sat at the edge of the building with her arms
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*scribbles in permanent marker on Carver's chest*
I BELONG TO CIX
*grins*
*skips out*
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*watches Cix's ass as it skips out*
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