The Bullies Who Own My Nights

He tips my chin up with two fingers, light, right over the bruise Arlen left.
My breath goes short and my nipples go tight under the smock, and I hate him for it.
End of Chapter 4
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He tips my chin up with two fingers, light, right over the bruise Arlen left.
My breath goes short and my nipples go tight under the smock, and I hate him for it.
End of Chapter 4
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