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“You’re not better than me,” he said. “You’re just louder.”

Kendra’s smirk faltered. “Jesus, relax. It was a joke.” Rough Fuck By A Cleaner Who Was Made Fun Of

Kendra sat frozen, the faint chemical smell of industrial bleach the only proof he’d ever been there at all. “You’re not better than me,” he said

She looked up, annoyance first, then a flicker of confusion. “It’s not trash night yet, amigo .” “You’re not better than me

Marco walked around her desk. She didn’t stand up. He leaned in until his breath fogged her monitor. “I’ve cleaned your spills. Found your hair in the sink. Saw the draft of your resignation letter last month—the one you chickened out on sending.”