Runaway Nurse: The Mafia King's Remorse

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to watch hi

tower of champagne glasses to shatter, Dan

from the glass shards, while he carr

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for him to treat me like a dispos

ould stay in the penthouse

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hand. A reass

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w tigh

partition. "

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pening the door. The cold wind rushed in, biting my skin.

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n ye

hen he couldn't

m when he lived

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oak through my silk blouse, washi

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