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I was in a fever pitch of lust by the time I took the elevator down to Benjy’s floor that night. The day had been a completely pleasant one-eighty compared to yesterday, and at lunch, I’d texted Amy to inform her of the s**t storm that I’d survived. “He did what?” she yelled over the phone, after deciding to call me to talk things through. I could hear the girls laughing in the background. They were probably playing dress-up with their long-suffering cat, Munchkin. Poor thing. “He accosted me, then laid a nasty kiss on my lips. Manfred and Benjy came to my rescue and saved the day.” “Oh my God. That’s just insane. You sure know how to choose the crazies, don’t you?” “It’s a gift I wish would stop giving. But—” I brushed the crumbs from my ham sandwich off my pants—“I think I’m onto som
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