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Kylie's Redemption
Oscar’s warning was right. Henry enters his London apartment the next week to find that one of his new neighbors is Kylie. She ‘casually’ bumps into him Monday morning as he’s about to enter his apartment. Henry can tell that she wasn’t expecting him to be with his wife. Kylie’s big smile suddenly vanished.
“Good morning Mr.Miller,” Kylie says. Henry sighed. He was not one of those pedophiles who got turned on when a much younger woman called him Mr. The fact that he was old enough for her to warrant her using that term with him should have been a red flag for her.
“Didn’t know you lived in these apartments Kylie,” Henry says with a raised eyebrow. Kylie smiles at him.
“I just moved in and it was a total surprise to find out you lived here
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