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Before my mind could go totally off the rails, I heard the door handles squeak and my head quickly snapped to the entrance as the doors flew open.
In walked a young man. He was tall, dark, and well built. His hands looked clean but rough, like mine.
I could tell he was a hustler like me who had to pry his way out of the graveyard and to the top.
Hustlers may polish themselves up and act kind, but we are still poisonous.
“Sorry for keeping you waiting, Charlotte “, he said.
I followed him with my eyes as he took confident strides towards me.
“You don't mind if I call you Charlotte, do you?”, he said with his beautiful, beautiful mouth as he stood in front of me with a devilish grin on his fac
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