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flicker in her face like a light about to burn out.
“Is he beautiful?” she whispered.
I held up the paperwork. “Who is Mauricio Vela?”
The smile disappeared. For a beat she said nothing, and in that silence every lie we had ever built together stood up and introduced itself. She looked away first.
“Julian, not now,” she murmured.
“Not now?” I stepped closer.continue reading …
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