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“Yeah? Is that what you and Token do?” Dread stabs, sharp and heated, into Kyle’s gut. It’s the only warning he gets, something he’s barely able to process before Stan leans across the gear shift of his car. Voice lowering, Stan continues, “Does he tell you how much he wants you? How hard you get him? How much he wants to fuck you? Do you want me to say that? To tell you how hard you make me? How sexy you are? Do you want me to say how much I want to fuck you?”