Too Late: The Don's Regretful Pursuit

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minutes ago, but the echo of hi

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d it a "ne

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frame of the library, idly twirling a

ooked

ping into the dim pool of light.

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a smile

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me," she said, examining the fla

he was letting a woman run his house. I

until the plastic casing groaned under the pressure

e corrected, her eyes fla

willing to burn everything down for

ading my personal space wit

na. You want him safe. I want him mine.

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that the Rossis had brought in me

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soft, satisfied hum

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a tension wire finally givi

ife evaporated. Th

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said, lowering t

ed pas

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room and cl

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crete. The lighting was h

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as brutal.

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sick. I should ha

s watching a strange

ying grace-dodging, st

like a man

had something to prove to

not

drop of blood he spilled, wa

aying, *Look what I

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to the lens, as if he

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walked out wa

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