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Robert Witherspoon passed me a glass of wine he brought, then looked around the room like he was searching for something or someone. I gazed inside the glass anxiously. There were no signs of any weird substance at the bottom of the glass, yet I couldn't be certain about it, it could have been some drug in a form of liquid as well. Surely, there were about more 50% chances that I was acting paranoic and Robert didn't have any ill intentions towards me. Nonetheless, his way of acting kept changing from Mr. Nice Guy to a player, while we were chatting, and now he was behaving even more suspiciously. I knew it's natural to offer someone a drink, but I got a strange feeling like he was holding his breath for me to drink it.
My hands started to shake, especially the one holding a glass. I kept thinking what should I do not to cause any turmoil just in case I was completely wrong. Should I try my magic again? However, this situation was much more complicated than the one with Jane
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