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me. “I like what you chose.”
Something warm bloomed in my chest. “Me too.”
He cleared his throat. “So hypothetically, if someone wanted to take you to dinner—somewhere with real cloth napkins—what would you say?”
I smiled. “I’d say it’s about time.”
Months passed. The restitution checks arrived like clockwork—court-ordered payments flowing in the right continue reading …
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