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What Is He Thinking About?
I am in the kitchen eating breakfast before going out shopping later. I decided to stay in California and help with the investigation. I won’t be leaving till we find out who’s trying to kill one of us. While enjoying my breakfast, Stefano walks into the kitchen.
“I need you to come to the office with me today,” Stefano says while going through the fridge.
“Why?”
“I need your report on some documents you helped me take care of while I was recovering.”
“Alright, can I come later? I have somewhere to be.”
“Sure, here,” he says, placing a car key on the table.
“Is this the key for the car I think it is?” I ask, excited about him giving me the key for the Pagani Huayra.
“Bring it back home without a scratch,” he sa
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- The Games Of The Heart Burn All To The Ground
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- The Games Of The Heart Stefano
- The Games Of The Heart Six Weeks
- The Games Of The Heart The Games Of The Heart
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