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know these old money families. Their closets are fu

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to the bed. She felt the mattres

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turned away to pull it on, her fingers fumbling with the buttons. It was h

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her head, confusion knitting her brows. She pointed to he

playing

planting a hand on the mattress on e

d, his face inches from hers. "You walk

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yourself. I'm

up and walked in

n holding for five minutes. He susp

had to move fast. Tonight. While he