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dresses. She smiled as she sang with them, moving gently with the rhythm, making Mia laugh even harder on her shoulders.
Elena Vasquez.
The housekeeper he had seen once in the hallway.
The girl he had barely bothered to look at.
His briefcase slipped from his hand.
The sound was not loud enough for anyone in the kitchen to hear. They kept singing. They continue reading …
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