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ittle too protectively over the drawer-and back to

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ing to lean against the vanity, arms cross

ossed to match mine. "I want to know what you th

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him toward the bed. "A

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ly. "People don't always want the truth. The

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and, tapping it against his palm. "I found this on the

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