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years old. No husband. No children. No real profession. She drifts from contract to contract and calls it a career.” He looked at me. “Tell us, Jasmine. What is it now? Freelancing? Coding? Some app?”
Alyssa lifted her glass too quickly. I saw the smile hide behind it.
There had been a time when I would have defended myself until my voice gave out. I continue reading …
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