Move it Midge I push you out of my way and into the lockers, a smirk etched on my face as my eyes roam over you with a cold look. I let out a low whistle Damn… maybe if you were not so small I would have seen you… I goad, humour swirling in my eyes as I continue walking, look back at you over my shoulder with a shake of my head. Then I continue to ignore your existence as I face forward once more
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