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What… was that for, sweetheart?”
She shrugs. “I just remembered. I’ve only been photographed kissing Glen and Matt. I don’t want the magazines to get the wrong impression and think I’m only in love with two of you.”
I’m not even walking, but I still almost trip over my own feet. “In love?” I manage eventually.
“Madly, I’m afraid,” she says, tilting her head. “Are you going to pass out?”
I stammer. “But… Matt and Glen…”
She sighs dramatically. “I guess Goss magazine was right all along. I’m a massive hoe-bag. But I don’t just whore out my body, I whore out my heart.
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