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“Doug immediately homes in on her, I mean, Brooke was freaking gorgeous with these big blue eyes and corn silk blonde hair down her back, a bod that would make a dead man sit up and take notice. Believe me she—”
“I get the picture, she was hot,” she interjects, “But what happened to her at the party?”
“They started dancing, slow dancing, and fooling around a little. Brooke is clearly the aggressor at this point. She’s all over him, while wearing the tiniest mini-skirt and a midriff top,” I recount the event, suppressing the boiling anger I felt at the time. I stare out the window. “Of course, his buddies have their cell phones out recording her going at him.” I look at Abigail, “This is the
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