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"Here I thought I was special, I didn't realize you just had a thing for failed blonde social media influencers. Next thing I know you're gonna tell me she's secretly deep into illegal poaching and uses her entire Vibe as a plausible reason she's off in Africa offering endangered condor eggs for breakfast for her good pals Victoria Laurent and Ravyn Wight…"

Her venom started to wither into a woeful, impatient mumble.
Only thing to break her out was when you managed to riposte her comment about hypothetical hair — to take her trying to give you one kind of mental image and you bouncing it back to another.

She recoiled, and backed entirely from the kitchen island.

"Bruh — alright fine, whatever I'll get off her balls — her healing jade kegel-balls."

Holly took a breath, opened her lips as though to automatically and thoughtlessly parry your self-directed rebuttal when something short-circuited in her brain.

"Wait, you're thirty-one? Wait, when was your — Wait, did we pass your birthday without celebrating it?!"

You once-already managed to stealth it past her in spite of you knowing how much she loves birthdays, but—

Well, there goes all of her momentum.

"…noted."

who just wants to keep a woman in his basement

Anybody up?

Happy 4th of July to my American Friends!

Happy 4th of July to my American friends!

or being randomly chosen by some psychopath?

maybe mistaken identity?

Looking around.

though struggling to imagine why anyone would kidnap a middle-aged middle-class housewife!

a different fantasy today

quiet...

hmmm, perhaps sleep claimed her...

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Excuse you, that's ƎE, and at least until those two were considered a threat to society to such an extent that it drew federal heat yeah she's probably not too hype on it. No amount of money was worth losing everything.

"Eh let's keep it a smidge near-realistic. I doubt Chicago's about to go zero-to-too-much off brand new untested product… but yeah, good plan."

It was what it was — Holly lingered on your attention for a moment before she reached for the hollow, expensive plastic shades to cover her eyes again. Her? Bothered?
Hell kinda pills is you on?

"Oh yeah? I bet she keeps a massive jungle down there, liable to give you rug-burn."

Banking on you telling her the truth about you not having done anything with this woman, so she could at least delay the embarrassment of misjudging her.

"Wow, super chill, calmly wearing dreadlocks and pretending she's not got an Anglo surname with the ethno-appropriation. At least I own the fact that mine's literally French for 'White'…"

Oh, Holly was about to be the one to go zero-to-too-much, pulling back with a nervous tremble of her hands against the edge of the kitchen island, playing it off like she was just fidgeting, ratting her nails against the material to some unknown rhythm, like she's fine, she's having fun.

"No, I think you should definitely bang her. Maybe have some kids. She's twenty-eight, you should ask her why she's not married or have kids yet."

and slipping back out of the room

*naturally beautiful that should have said

from this viewpoint I'd have to say you really don't need to... I can't remember the last time I saw a woman as beautiful and sexy as you

if i want to impress, i put as much effort in as any woman