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per now that we were away from the main crowd, but s

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briefcase, but I swun

touch me,

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so scared of her g

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he suddenly changed his story. He forced

hand through his perfectly styled hair. "Look, my uncle just ca

kept

my money anymore?" I

s go back to the party. We shouldn' t be doing this on our engagement day. It' s... it

rony was so thick

n," I said, never breaking my strid

. The lights were on inside. I could

e. He lunged in front of me,

' re embarrassing me! You' re embarrassi

replied, pushing past him and pulling open th

e the door chimed, a

nd the loan officer' s desk, a f

man. The one carry