Online Shame, Real-Life Victory

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thering me in the lobby. Stil

raction of a second. He clearl

it me like a wall. It was a cheap, cloying scent that was trying too hard, jus

close to mine. The smell was stronger now, a swe

said, leaning back as far as I could i

e dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "We're g

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through me. I jerked my h

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he back of my hand, a frantic, scrubbing motion, as if I could erase his

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playing ha

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ting on a show

the irresistible male lead in a cheap romance novel, the kind where the woman's 'no' is just a prelude to a 'yes'.

ro of this story. And that made