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Forty
You can hide it but finding the truth is never going to be easy.
I wanted to throw the phone over the wall and destroy it but withheld the idea. I forced myself to read the rest of the messages on the phone. It was the best course of action to take. I needed to know the whole truth, everything!
I rummaged each message with contempt to the owner of the phone. I couldn’t believe the exchange of messages between that man and Mikhail.
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