"What are you even doing with me, boo?" he asks, turning in his chair so that he can clip his other arm around Poison's waist. "You've clearly got a type."
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"What are you even doing with me, boo?" he asks, turning in his chair so that he can clip his other arm around Poison's waist. "You've clearly got a type."