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“That’s right,” I nod.
“Why?”
“Because you can’t even tell me sincerely if you want a second chance with me. He’s committed. And I’ll be damned if I’m going to turn him down just because you turned up.”
“Well then what’s the point?” Grady asks. I can tell he is beginning to get upset.
I reach across the table and grab the front of his shirt. I yank him towards me across the table and look him in the eyes.
“Have I got you your attention pretty, big dick boy?”
Grady nods.
“Good. Then listen. You. Broke. My. Heart. Got it?”
He nods.
“Now, if you want a second chance, I’ll give you that but you’re well behind the curve so you better make up time and make it up quick. If you think taking a woman to a nice restaurant, telling her nice things, and making her laugh is going to get you laid then you’
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