"There was this rich guy who kept flirting with me," Ivy starts. I close my eyes, knowing I'll hate this, "And I'd been eating cheap food for a while, so I thought... yeah, I'll get a fancy meal out of this guy. So we went out and when he paid, I saw his wallet. It was fat as hell, with lots of fresh cash in there." "So you stole it and ran?” I ask, imagining the moment clear as day, her reaching for the wallet and running out of the restaurant, pushing tables on her way out. "No," she scoffs, offended, "I saw a business opportunity. I let him take me back home and I scheduled another date... in his house this time. I happened to have very some undisclosed pills in my possession, so I crushed them up. During our date, I spiked his drink and once he was out, I stole his money and searched his house for some valuables. Just like that, I made seven hundred dollars." Oh. That's worse than I thought. And I know what comes next, she kept doing it over and over again until it went sout
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