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My parents demanded the password to my penthouse apartment right in fr…

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of eyes shifted from the stage to the back of the room. The faces of the guests turned toward table forty-two. The spotlight operators swept a beam of bright white light across the ceiling, bringing it down to rest directly on my chair.

The social mechanics of the trap were brilliant. Beverly knew I despised public scenes. She knew that refusing to continue reading …

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