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hem, heading

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held a small, ornate urn. Not the

oice casual, as if discussing the weather. "

oze. "

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et her a drink, Ava. And smile. You wouldn

mpty glass, her eyes

ng on her phone, poi

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the camera captu

utal. She knew it. "Gold-digger.

t in his eyes. This was his rev