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back then. I consider getting one, but then





                  I realize that this right here, this glimpse





                  into your life is far more exciting. Sin,





                  you have no idea the lengths I would go





                  to  protect  you.  Stifling  a  yawn  and





                  standing. I draw the curtains together and





                  turn on the lights. I’d better start on some





                  dinner  for  Mrs.  Gregory.  I  opt  for  a






                  butternut soup. She likes it when I make




                  it, says it reminds her of the soups her






                  mother  used  to  make.  I’ll  serve  it  with
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