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The doctor and the lawyer
Zoe’s eyes came back and rested on the hand. She didn’t want to touch it. She was sure he hadn’t washed it recently. But it would be rude not to shake. It was the social norm. Finally, she took a deep breath, stretched out her hand, and let him grasp her in a warm handshake.…
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For Ransom
“James,” She glanced behind her back. “What are you doing?” “I am letting you go; you can lean against the couch, darling; it isn’t going to be extended. It’s 6:30 pm now. Those two old farts are usually out by 9 pm, 10 pm for sure. They won’t be up here for hours. They know…
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The Day the Skyfel: Slave
She watched him stand, the top he was wearing clearly exposed his muscles in his arms and part of his torso. She hadn’t seen them before, but now that she could, she found herself staring at them. He stepped up to her side of the bed, kissed her on the top of the head, and…
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The Doctor and the Lawyer
“ But Zoe, I don’t want you to feel this way every time.” He whispered in her ear. “You will only panic again.” “I heard knocking in the walls .” She explained that the tears had ceased, and she was gazing up at him, terrified. “I heard it come closer. I thought it was Calvin.…
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Susu’s Rescue
Susie nodded, she nodded for thirty seconds. The tears had started and she could not stop them. Samuel felt horrible. But she was admitting to saying his name. There was someone else besides the man in the room. He glanced up at the man finally for the first time Today. The man was listening intently…
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