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afterward, every time.” “Then why do it?” “Envy. Your girlfriend — what’s her name?” “Krystal.” “Krystal. Lucky, lucky Krystal. I met her the other day. God, I hate her, the way she gushes about you. It feels good to pull a women like her down a peg or two. Gives a worthless girl like me a sense of