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Miss Steele, she is also a meddler. She is terrible as a journalist and gets into an area forbidden to everyone. How dare she ask me if I'm gay? I'm angry and quite angry with her. I have not spoiled anyone, but this girl, with her ignorance, drives me crazy. Why do I tolerate her? The truth is that I do not know, I do not understand it. If another person had asked the question, I would have received a good beating. Of course, who could have done it, they knew for sure that this is not true, quite the contrary. A fraction of a second has passed and I can not help but smile at the unexpected, not only because of her question, but also because of the astonishment caused by having read it on the folio in front of her. It is possibly an indiscretion of Miss Kavanahg. After much thinking I decided that I'm going to get her out of doubt "No Miss Steele, I'm not gay." She tries to apologize and again that pink blush covers her face, and her immense blue eyes ask me to apologize to the most impertinent question anyone could ask me. #FiftyShadesofGrey
Autoría del relato: 1996rosafermu. Basado en la trilogía de E L James, Cincuenta Sombras de Grey
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Editado en: Fifty Forever Official Facebook Group. Agosto 15 de 2018
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