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on October 18, 2016October 18, 2016 By Samantha Young

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I told them I was going out for a while. I took this pic as evidence of their emotional manipulation. #AsDustDances 🎶🎸TEASER TUESDAY🎸🎶 . . . “So, do you always play part-time therapist with your artists?” His smile was wry. I wanted to trace my fingers along his lips to feel it. “You’re the first.” “Well, you should know I’m feeling vulnerable and defensive right now. I might need you to be a prick so I have an excuse for being mean and sarcastic to you.” He grinned. A full-out grin that made my breath catch. “I don’t feel like being a prick today.” “Of course, you don’t. Contrary bastard.” He chuckled, a rich, deep sound that tugged an answering smile from me. —AS DUST DANCES

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