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Andi is over playing these mind games with you. She invites you over for what she knows will be your last date. Andi invites you in and you notice she is wearing next to nothing. You think, this is going to be a damn good night. You get pushed from behind and land face first into the couch just barely missing the sharp corner of the end table. Before you can turn over all the way, a crushing fist connects to your lower left jaw. You know this is Andi's final play. |
