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let out a small yawn. There was
icials, paychecks to soldad
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rankie had already lifted the lid to his lips, t
carbs." Frankie spoke, almost like an
a bagel from the bag. "Well, what's good i
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. "We've known each other since we were fiv
he damn wine suppliers; they're bleeding me dry, and it's affecting the shipping costs.
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my eyes. "I
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ting, we're not exactly run
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delight. "You're having
keep the nu
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I hun
feeling crept up my spine. Oh man, it'
but that doesn't mean I could let
call P
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sent an invita
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who still hates you for
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ed the room, engaging in light con
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t me. "How come I have
mpletely secured. Your safety is my priority, unless you stab me in the back,
to me, shifted, then forced a laugh,
he guy, who decided to make h
" I mu
s to be threatened with buying
ted. "If a guy wants to smoke, let him, but don'
kay?" Then he looked away, only to do a doub
gars. "Hey, focus; you're here to promote
slim hot pink gown with flaming red hair,
met mine as sh
are, smacking his c
d in pain and
to catch the scent of roses
id. "You got t
ting someone el
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iss her cheek. "Yo
w, so do you. I mean, wearing fewer clothe
s. "You know
thought. This i
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from a passing server
ght." I said, raising a hand to stop
and gave the glass a
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e above the rim. "Um, it's
ze; she's not too good w
p. Her eyes widened. "Hmm, spicy too. Do I smell cloves?
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, brushing my arm. "Alm
knew there was more to Sier
rm. "Walk wi
w more guests; Sier
our personal fri
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with disappointment, b
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French accent, leaning in for the traditio
n delight, trailing his eyes to Sierra. "And you-it's
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