[ FUCK AROUND INDEED. Anna sputters, little bits of chewed up chocolate projectiles and landing on the floor. Sorry to whoever's cleaning up the next morning. ]
... Win the game? Are you crazy? [ she lets out, face flushing a little at the thought. ]
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Sorry to whoever's cleaning up the next morning.]... Win the game? Are you crazy? [ she lets out, face flushing a little at the thought. ]