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shift ended. She took off her apron, hung it on the hook, and walked straight out without looking at him.
The moment she stepped onto the sidewalk, Dominic was there.
“I need to talk to you.”
His voice was not cold this time.
It was tired.
Worn out.
Like the voice of a man who had not slept in many nights.
Elena stopped.
“What do you want, Mr. Russo?” she continue reading …
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