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15. Female Dog
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2024-10-29 19:42:56-Jian-
"Aww, ugh! Jian! Go away!"
Kelvin, a pack brother, shoves me off the log we use for our outdoor meetings in Lance's unusually large, woodsy backyard. I fall onto Tony, who is sitting on the ground. As I'm pushing myself off of him, I gnash my teeth at the sight of Kelvin holding his nose between his thumb and forefinger.
"Shit, Jian, you stink!"
I glare at him, annoyed that he is joining in. The way he is carrying on, it seems he prefers the stench of the landfill downwind from his new house closer to the old Candlestick Park. I don’t stink that bad! Not really. That's what I convinced myself before going to work this morning.
"Hey! Ohhhh, hot daaammnn, Jian! Like flowers much?" Aline’s baby brother is convulsing with laughter, waving a hand in front of his nose. Though Will’s enjoying his fun, he stays vigilant, correctly assuming he'll be my first target if I decide to attack. I want to rip into him for being related to the s
Laela MorenoOh! They finally kissed! Details and some jealous fighting between Lance and Jian in the next episode! Thanks in advance for liking to give more exposure to this story!
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Aline's Choice 18. It's Maddening
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Aline's Choice 23. Letting Go
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Aline's Choice 48. Lessons On Love
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Aline's Choice 47. Something to Consider
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Aline's Choice 46. The Other Guy
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Aline's Choice 45. Mother Knows Best
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Aline's Choice 44. Unexpected Comfort
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