Can’t Get Rid Of Me

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DAWSON I watched her come in, watched her go to the back, and changed her clothes. Watched her boss tell her I was here. And then I watched her expression change as she saw me. SHE DIDN'T LOOK HAPPY TO SEE ME. It was understandable. I didn't deserve any bit of warmness from her either, considering how much of an absolute ass I've been lately. It was a huge blessing that she even came over to me. "My boss says you wanna see me." She said coldly, her eyes were icy. Her arms were crossed around her chest. I stood. Her stern expression got me nervous as f**k. "Ye—yeah. Please, sit." She hesitated for seconds before sliding into the chair. Phew. For a second there, I was thinking she would flip me the bird and storm off. I sat too, intertwining my hands on the table. There were a m

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