“No, cold,” I argue. I... «The Hating Game»

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  rozamimimoza

  28 ноября 2016

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  “No, cold,” I argue. I stumble into the bathroom, leaving the door ajar. I pee, flush, and then realize how unladylike I was. Oh, well. He’s seen and heard almost everything now. There’s nothing left to do but fake my own death and start a new life.

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