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She sat rooted in place from the shock. Her limbs couldn't move even if she planned on it.
What in the actual fuck?
Those were the same golden brown orbs that she almost swam off into that night, glistening black hair and the ridiculously broad shoulders. His refined suit was replaced by a black cotton coat with a white turtleneck on the inside and dark washed jeans. A dash of 6 o'clock stubble sprinkled his jawline but she had stared at him for too long to not recognize that face. For sure, a week ago, she was kicking the shit out of this man in a blonde wig and heels. She briefly forgot about their encounter because of the past few days but now she was sitting just a few meters away from him.
Margaret didn't notice the look on her face, flew up from her seat and rushed over to the man and hugged
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