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See, that’s what I want more of. A little spunk!’‘Fuck off!’ I yell, shocking myself with my vulgar language.‘Ooh, yes, carry on, you filthy-mouthed bitch!’I gasp and swing around, finding him grinning from ear to ear. ‘Wanker.’‘Cow.’‘Tosser.’He grins some more. ‘Dog.’‘Shirt-lifter,’ I retort.‘Tart.’I recoil, horrified. ‘I am not a tart!
