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2025-04-22 17:54:56SARIAN
“ I beg your pardon! ” I coughed, blinking at him like he’d lost his mind. “ Plastic surgery? ” My heart was beating louder than necessary. Don Julio stood there, calm as a marble statue, arms folded over his chest like the mafia lord who he is and not even blinking and I guess he was enjoying my shock. “ Yes. I’m serious. ” I stared at him incredibly not believing that a day like this could come and he could say something as dumb, crazy as what he just said. “ You want to change my face and change how I look just like that? ” “ It’s for your safety. ” “ You said that before and over and over again, ” I snapped, the disbelief in my voice climbing and I was just so frustrated. “ But plastic surgery? That’s too much. I’m not a criminal, I didn't kill anyone. I haven’t done anything wrong! ”
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