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band, greedily licking red wine from Jessic

, each file a nail in th

hment settle over her

, feigning exhaustion, Sarah was eng

, a gesture that once sent shi

cking wine off Jessica. She ga

, then a hopeful glint

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cut him off,

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ing you today, I'll mak

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it tired

cut up some fruit, his brow fu

ook again, the doorbell

st the evening chill, holding a

epare this for you, he said he

the box, her eyes

scarf – the exact one used to

he kitchen, a glass

posure momentarily shattering. He quick

he hissed at Jessica, his

, revealing a tantalizing hint

Cole." She smirked at Sarah, a t

rah's hands, then nervously at

no screaming fit, he visibly

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, knowing look at Sar

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