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Chapter Eleven
Toby: She took the stage by storm. It was like a canvas; she was the masterpiece dancing across it. She wanted to insult me and make me feel small. I couldn't hide the smirk she brought out of me, and I couldn't hide how hard seeing her like this made me, either. “She was made for this,” Logan said. His words were far less slurred, thanks to the fluids flooding his system. He was right, though. She was made for this, made for the stage and the way the lights made her glow. “You aren't kidding,” Wit said, staring holes through her gorgeous body as she ended the song. This one would be the last she would sing before we could go on. I wanted to use this time to talk to the guys about Stacy and tell them why she was really here, tell them I didn't sleep with her as they thought. I hadn't
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