Mr Billionaire's Plaything

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ring wheel, pressing so hard

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in everythi

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aps her legs around the

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just before I fly past a red light. I exhale. The s

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n't

think abo

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her open with my bare hands. An

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gas station to stop myself from crashin

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wante

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my neck until it hurts. Arabel didn't just take that

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chase someone who was

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like

ar into drive

et when I arrive. No

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edding. A fundraiser gala. Some political dinner. All the times

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beginning. That was my rule. Clea

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shifts into dread. I reac

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too fast. All her dresses. Her silk scarves. T

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nd spot the enve

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gave her

stares back at me, typ

signature...

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m the folder, floating to the floor

down to

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my hand, my vision blurs, but I force the tea

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