Not For Sale: The Debt Is Paid

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t this,"

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reached out, his leather-gloved hand snatching the

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e then. Really

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ck on me before

came running u

ss

on the payroll for tax purposes. She was wearing

er cheeks flushed pink with a v

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vibrating in my chest. I stood by the

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f the floor, and marched over to me. He gripped my

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he announced. "Her apartment

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