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16. Rivals Watching

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Mr. Ramirez skipped the party the night after leaving Principal Catherine’s office. He went straight home, exhausted, the memory of her thick thighs and moans still clinging to him like a bad habit. He needed space to think. One night of distance felt necessary.

The next evening, however, the silence in his apartment became too loud. The walls pressed in, the quiet amplifying every thought he wanted to escape. He needed noise, lights, distraction. He took a cab to the party at the usual mansion
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