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“Right,” he says, grabbing his glass and downing the last of the tequila we’ve been sipping. “Fuck, that’s strong.” He stops at the door and turns to me again. “She’s not going to be happy to know you’re spying on her.”

“It’s a good thing I don’t give a shit.”

He smirks. “Some things never change....

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