“Can you tell me what you were doing then, Drew?” Jane asks, giving no hints in her tone of voice what her feelings are. “Uh…I was…errr…” I begin. “Go on, say it. Tell me what you were doing.” She presses. “Iwaspretendingtofuckyourfacesorry.”
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