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Thirty - five: Small talk

Author: Reina’s ink
last update publish date: 2026-05-16 23:12:55
Sadistic psychopath.

That's what she just called me.

No one has labeled me as sadistic before. This is a first. Evil, arrogant, cocky... yes. But sadistic? No.

Nevertheless, I'm impressed.

I let out a sarcastic laugh, shaking my head. Then I shrug nonchalantly as I look ahead. "If that's what you choose to call me, baby..." I meet her eyes again and clarify, "Well, psychopath? Maybe. But sadistic? Nah. I was just stating facts. After all, I major in psychology." I wink, and she visibly grima
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