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*22*

I glare at Fletcher, standing in the hallway of his seedy apartment complex. “I am not here to flirt with you Fletcher. For the record, I loathe cocky, bullying, bad boy wannabes.”

“Is that what I am now? I thought I was dark, mysterious, with a resentment of authority,” he replies. 

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