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You like fucking the enemy, don’t you baby?
You know you’re supposed to hate me.
But you — well, you don’t want to date me…
But I’m already obsessed. Let’s say…
I licked it. So it’s mine.
And by it I mean that pink, perfect…
Well, I guess I better leave something.
To the imagination. To the actual book.
Blurbs aren’t supposed to be this dirty…
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