Pansy looked up at Thoreau and shook her head. "You've gotten way too ahead of yourself without letting me get a word in, Mister Lestrange." She informed him, but smiled anyway. She leaned in and kissed his forehead.
"Theodore and I just had sex in his limo. We're not back together." She ran her fingers through her hair and looked up at him. "You want me to go to a gay club with you? I'm not sure how I feel about this fag hag life I've adopted."
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