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... k toward her bedroom. The basketball shorts rode up slightly with each step, revealing more of her legs than I’d seen before. Long, lean, athletic muscle that came from years of training with weapons and body conditioning.
I looked away before she noticed where my eyes had gone.
The door to her room clicked shut.
I stood in the kitchen holding my contraband cheese stick and overpriced sports drink, James Brown lyrics still echoing in my head, and tried to process what the ...
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