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He leaned in, trying to get a glimpse of the screen, his shoulder brushing against hers. Dana didn't pull away; instead, she tilted the phone slightly, sex letting him see the text. "Stuck in an elevator? Guess that means you're getting laid," it read. Kyle's porn expression turned incredulous.

Dana snorted, rolling her eyes. "Some genius decided to send that video to my entire contact list." She groaned and rubbed sex her temples with her free hand.

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