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"Did a cold shower help?" Lorenzo asked. He was sitting in my office with his feet kicked up on the coffee table, a shit-eating grin on his face that made me think he knew exactly what I had been doing upstairs.
"It would be great if you could at least pretend to be professional for ...
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