Trash Ex Faked It, Now I'm Faking It... With His Bro

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d me to the car, turned

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poured down, outlining h

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the young girl in his arms, sized up Nola

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didn't touch Nolan

nced at him lightly, and Osc

ing her so closely. Next time, remembe

Nolan, I met

wrong room and saw me

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