No Longer Mrs. Cooley: The Architect's Return

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to slowly, methodical

tch hit the g

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, shifting his weight from foot to foot. He

im in the mirror. She picked up a cotton pad and began to wipe off her l

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ugged. "Sui

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he exclaimed.

ed up th

. "That's... that's old.

downed it in one long swallow. She wiped a white mustache from

y lied. His eyes were darting aro

toward the ceiling. "God, it is fre

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y temperature up," she lied s

ked on with

xtra insulation to protect her fur coats. No windows. No vents. With the

nto a silk nightgown right in front of Gray.

action movie. Explosions an

he foot of the bed. "My fee

He looked at Haleigh. Defeated, he sat down and

. The room was get

um

the closet. Like a body

lt upright. "W

from the bedside table. "Is the

move to get

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wide-eyed. "You are s

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nted to the door.

oor with desperate, apologetic eyes. He

lked out o

leigh was out of bed. She marched to

o the bed and t

ended. Heavy

. She could only imagine what it was like i

the dark. She stared

d inhale. Then a

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pillow. She felt a pr

" she whispered

-canceling headphone