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I can't find a better way to thank than to laugh; let the pain inside me be drowned by the idiocy that only friends can understand. Because I haven't felt that way in a long time. Unlike the experience that Hunter had given me last night, and so similar to what I feel in my work, after closing a widely profitable deal.

While my godmothers and friends play with each other to relieve my fatigue, a fun goes through my head when I remember Hunter saying to imagine me with a whip. I can't help thinking and my mouth bends in a secret smile, as I test the weight and texture in both hands.

The games, finally, end with a small piggy bank passing from hand to hand in our circle of chairs.

The purpose of the game is purely to say where we would like to kiss the little pig, and we cannot repeat the place that has already been chosen. Being the first, I choose the ear and pass it to Penelope, she chooses the butt, and this causes another rain of laughter. Glenda gets up from the last place in the