Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

"He feels hot."
"He’s fine."
"No, he feels hot."
"I just turned up the air conditioning, and he was lying on me, so it’s my body heat."
"No, it’s not that kind of hot."
"Stephanie, please.  He’s fine."
I wasn’t…

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"Well, then…

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