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... us," I declare, staring down at Yiren, who is glued to that ridiculous monstrosity of a couch she calls her ’favorite.’ I call it what it is—a sex couch.
"And I’m telling you, I’m not going anywhere without it!" She’s sprawled out on it like a queen, legs kicking in the air, defiantly holding court while movers and packers buzz around us like we’re not in the middle of this domestic war.
I glare at her, arms crossed, but it’s hard to stay mad when she’s lying on her stomach, ass ...
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