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laundry folding. No one said much. Just tight lips and qu
them finally muttered under
uriosity was already chew
retending not to peek at the shelf where her photo had once s
nce was still
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edge of the desk, as if finge
on on the rug where a
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nted to
ed before I even kne
olishing antique tables that were already spotless. The head maid, Eda, followe
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thighs were sore. B
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was poking around in memories I had no right to to
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my patience fried. I snuck away toward the western corrid
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pen with a
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to leave.
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closed the notebook and s
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the door behind him with
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was. And now you want me silent, obedie
mething flicker in his express
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oved
d me, gripping my wrist. Not
m his pocket. I hadn't e
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sita
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ht enough to hold but gentle enough
rmured, mouth near my ear
d not
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over this desk a
raced dow
reward. And you don't
roat
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tightened
d gi
til I stood in front of a tall leather chair in the
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