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voice dripping with faux-politeness that barely masked contempt. “You’re trespassing. This is private property. I’m going to escort you out now. We can do this the easy way or the hard way, but you’re leaving.”
He reached for my arm, his hand already forming the grip he’d use to steer me toward the door.
I didn’t flinch. I didn’t pull away. I just looked continue reading …
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