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Chapter 7

Author: Ivy Preppy
Jake's words detonated in the private room like a nuclear blast.

Mike's legs gave out. He collapsed backward, landing squarely in the greasy puddle of soup.

The "tool of punishment" he'd prized just moments ago had become the perfect symbol of his humiliation.

"Im… impossible… this can't be…" he muttered, his face ashen. "She… even packed leftovers when we split the bill…"

Unhurried, I pulled out a tissue and wiped the grime from my shoes. Then I lifted my head and looked at him, a faint, mo
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