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“Now crawl to every guy here and introduce yourself properly. Tell them your rule.” There were only three other men in the room with him. I got down on my hands and knees and crawled slowly and seductively across the floor, swaying my hips and arching my back to look as slutty as possible. I stopped in front of the first man. “My name is Poppy,” I said softly, looking up into his eyes. “I love cock, cum, and being fucked. Use me anyway you want, so long as you don’t tell my husband.”

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Hazel’s name appeared at the top of the screen. My fingers moved faster than I’d ever admit. I opened it. The first photo filled the screen immediately. Poppy was sitting on the living room couch at home, her chubby little legs sprawled wide with no dignity whatsoever, her face smeared with pink and chocolate gelato, both braids sticking out sweetly from either side of her head like two tiny exclamation points. Apparently Rhea had actually braided her hair into pigtails, complete with little ribbons that didn’t match but somehow still looked exactly right on her. In Poppy’s lap sat an open pizza box. One slice was way too big for her mouth, so naturally she was biting it straight from the mi

Popping open the buttons again, I grabbed a random book from the pile and knocked on the door. “Sorry to disturb you, but I seem to have a problem with…” I cast a cursory look at the book I’d grabbed and was appalled to see it was a literature book, “…this book.” He arched his brow. “Time to kill" by John Grisham . I got it because I was told it’s one of the books in this year’s syllabus, even though I wasn’t sure if Literature is one of the subjects you’re interested in. I haven’t read it though, so I might not be of much help.”

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“Don’t be so sensitive. I’m just teasing you. Of course, I want to hear it. Unless you’re going to tell me that Kayla was promoted, or worse, got herself a billionaire or something.” “Ew, no!” Poppy replied. “She can kiss my ass. I couldn’t care less. Anyway…so, do you remember that pop rock band we watched at Coachella a couple of years ago with the cute bass player and the hot singer?” she asks, her voice way too excited for me to keep up.

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“Have a look.” Sally furrowed her brows. She opened the book in front of her, flipping through it page by page. “What’s this?” The book was filled with old pictures. In them, there were youths, middle-aged people, kids, elderly—all sorts of people. “These are the people you knew in the past.” Evonne smoked a cigarette as she said mildly, “I heard you and Elijah are at odds with each other? “You really don’t have to be, actually.” She elegantly exhaled a circle of smoke. “These days, Elijah has been sparing no effort for you.