PLAYING WITH FIRE
Playing With Fire
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“I hope this is good, I mean, I heard it was. It’s been awhile so I want you to enjoy it” “You’re so sweet,” she squeezed his hand. He looked away from her, making believe he was checking out the movie poster, ‘your’re so sweet’, kiss of death he thought. Next thing she’ll be telling…