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question in her eyes
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me, shocked. "Liam,
is valuable. Five hund
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life was
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abricated "poverty"
t it, Izzy? I thou
s stinging my eyes. Her continu
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aid. "Transfer it. B
phone, her fingers fl
pinged. A bank transfer
lost' fortune, isn't it?
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d. "Let's go save y
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you... ar
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r things. A sprained ankle from dancing too
by her side,
drained, for him. The
lid in. I closed my eyes, feeling
d grew
barked. "This isn't enoug
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ale, her eyes fixed on the
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