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82: Strip

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I choked even though there was nothing in my mouth.

I stepped back fast, hand on my chest, coughing hard until I caught my breath. “What?”

Hazel raised an eyebrow. “Damn, okay.”

“Wait, no, no, no,” I stammered, raking my fingers through my hair. “I do....I mean, I do. I’m, I’m confused.”

She turned away from me and started walking back toward the stove. “Uh, never mind.”

I grabbed her waist quick, pulling her back against my chest before she could get far. Her ass pressed right into
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