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My parents demanded the password to my penthouse apartment right in fr…

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Her open palm connected with the left side of my face.

The crack of flesh against flesh sounded like a gunshot over the open microphone.

My head snapped to the side. The force of the blow sent a shock wave down my neck and into my collarbone. A low, unified gasp erupted from the crowd. Someone near the front row dropped a crystal champagne flute. The continue reading …

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