Dancing With Fate
I look between the both of them, and the clear, obvious sets in front of me, “Don't tell me you both are going to try fuck him.”
“I am going to,” Becca claims first, then she adds, “She has no chance.”
Emma steps forward, waving her curling tong around rather wildly, “Try again bitch, I am.”
“Fuck,” I yell at the both of them. “You have not even seen him, and you are already fighting. You both fucked up.” But then I get an idea, “I will take a bet on which three of you are going to get him.”
Emma looks at me puzzled, “What do you mean by three?”
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