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Thirty
I excused myself to the ladies' room, touching up on my makeup, fixing my hair.
A woman had followed in right after me. I remembered Mariano introducing her as Firia, someone's daughter.
She applied her lipstick in the mirror as I checked to see if I looked okay.
"You think he's gonna fall in love you?" She questioned snarkly, turning to me. I gave her a blank look. "Do you know that he likes to hurt girls in bed?"
No. I wouldn't let her do that to us.
"I was engaged to him two years ago." She said. Oh? "I'm sure he didn't tell you that."
"You're lying." I pronounced.
"You're a lit
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