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sure if they’re supposed to be uncomfortable yet.
I bent down, picked up the money, and handed it back to her. “Keep it. Looks like you’ll need it.”
A few eyebrows lifted. Tiffany laughed, waving it off. “Oh my god, you’re still so sensitive.”
I slipped my hand into my pocket and felt the edge of the black card there—solid, cold, real. I didn’t take it continue reading …
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