Sundays Are for Hangovers
For nearly a year, they've been at war. Cops. Forks. Eggs. Two feuding neighbors who couldn't be more opposite, forced to live next door to one another. Neither is backing down. She drives him crazy with her loud nineties rap music. He gets under her skin the way he obsesses over his stupid perfect lawn. She fantasizes about having sex with the hot nerd-but with duct tape over his dumb mouth. He has dirty dreams of the bombshell beauty where he bangs the crazy right out of her-nightmares of course. Anger isn't the only thing heating up between these two. They think this is a battle only one of them can win... The growing attraction between them, though, seems to be far more stubborn than the two of them combined.
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