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, texturizing gel to her hands and face. It dried instantly, leaving her skin feeling rougher, loo

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penthouse was silent. She found the kitchen, a stainless

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the noise. She stared at Serena, at the app

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looked Victoria dead in the eye, her ex

ke an apple,

d back toward the bedroom,

rumbled in the distance, vibrating against the glass. Serena finish

t the bed. J

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own her spine. A physiological reaction she couldn't place. It felt like dan

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