[ Jim shoots Crais a wink, looking for a moment terribly pleased with himself, and then he's focusing on what Crais is giving him by dropping his pants, the view and reaching out to run a hand over Crais' thigh, smoothing away any material from undergarments that might be in the way. ]
Why shouldn't you like me? Everyone likes me.
[ That much is clearly false. But it doesn't bother Jim. ]
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Why shouldn't you like me? Everyone likes me.
[ That much is clearly false. But it doesn't bother Jim. ]