Chapter Four Hundred Forty-Three

LIEF

I feel like the moment I tied this goddamned sweater around my waist I turned into a fucking douche. And now I saunter, and I mean saunter in every sense of the word, behind Miss Polly Perfect in the produce aisle so that I’m free to enjoy the wink, wink, wink of her buttocks as traipses...

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