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Brute Force

Part 7: A Lover

her laughter filled the car. I could become a millionaire off of selling her sweet cadence as candies and it was only for me at the moment. I never knew how pleasurable exclusivity could be. I always pictured it as stifling, but I couldn’t imagine myself happier than I was now