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to the airport.”
“No.”
His smile vanished.
“I’m getting off here,” I said, “because there’s a police station across the street.”
His face drained.
“Megan, don’t do this.”
“I recorded everything.”
The elderly woman across the aisle began clapping.
A few others joined her.
Karl looked around in disbelief, humiliated and furious.
“How could you?” he hissed. “After continue reading …
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