“Can you get a room?” Rachel asked as she glared at the two making out on the couch, she wasn’t sure how long they’d been engaged in tonsil hockey, but it was getting to be borderline ridiculous.’

“Or maybe you can go to yours.” Bryan grated as he broke the kiss from the slutty brunette he was making out with.

“This is the living room, not a bedroom. Go fuck the slut back there.” She grated as

    
John slammed on his horn, trying desperately to navigate through the traffic. He peered at his phone through the barrage of texts his psychotic ex Rachel had sent him.


    



    
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What a nice place you have. I’d love to take a tour …’
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