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I got a housekeeper job. She doesn’t know it’s at your house.”
“She’s going to kill me.”
“She’s going to kill me first.”
I put the cup down in front of him.
Our eyes met by accident.
And there it was again.
That strange new awareness.
He lifted the cup, long fingers wrapping around the porcelain.
“One month,” he said after a sip. “You need the money. I need continue reading …
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