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Chapter 65: Discuss The Future
Ransom
“Lock. If you don’t sit down, I’m going to tie you up so you can’t move,” I threaten watching him pace around in front of the couch where was are all waiting for Carley.
She took the boxes of pregnancy tests into the bathroom with her after leaving breakfast barely touched. The smell of the bacon cooking had her running for the bathroom.
I don’t like this. She is sic
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