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used to people taking.
You were used to hands reaching before you finished offering.
But Marisol pulled back.
“I can’t take that,” she said. “You’ll accuse me of stealing. Or the police will stop me when I use it. Or you’ll change your mind after I’m gone.”
There it was.
Not greed.
Fear.
You suddenly hated how familiar that fear sounded.
“I won’t accuse you,continue reading …
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