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29. Tough talk
I did love the challenge, that was true I never like it the easy way and anything that comes to me without working hard for it was simply dull. But that Mate of mine, she was one hell of a crazy ride. I don't know if it was her intention to be flirting and jumping on me in one minute, just to be ice cold in the other, but it was getting hard to keep up with her changing moods. Few days after our sparring in the gym and a few other make out sessions later, she started evidently avoiding me, and it didn't sit well with me. Why was she fighting the pull? I was here for her, yet she did everything in her power to keep me at a safe distance. It wasn't teasingly and sexy, it was f*****g frustrating. I felt like a good doggy running after his Master, begging for every scrap of free time. I
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