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Chapter 0008

Genevieve:

"You know what we want?" Emre hissed, circling around to the other side of the living room, where the laundry room was located. He grabbed a mop and thrust it into my hand as he returned.

"Clean the damn house. That's what I want. I'm not sure about the others," he shrugged nonchalantl
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