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I pulled my hair over my shoulder to work conditioner into the ends. Long hair is such a nightmare to maintain. "Irena." I rubbed the ends between my hands. "He isn't my usual cup of tea, darling." I quickly twisted my mane into a knot, spearing it through with the ebony hair sticks I'd picked up in Thailand.

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I couldn’t believe that this was happening. It all started as an innocent bet. Of course, I had lost. Because of a stupid tipped ball in the endzone, I, Cliff Bartum, Mrs. Bartum’s baby boy, was on my hands and knees between my roommate’s, Aaron’s, legs. Because I lost the bet, I was supposed to be Aaron’s slave for the week. (I know it was stupid, but I was cocky and my team was up by 14 points in the 4 quarter at the time.)

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