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Chapter 22: Next Question
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Celeste Montclair"Yes. Next question." Juno said it under oath with Grant at the end of the table, and then she made Ferrante end his own deposition early. Would you have answered as fast as she did? Tell me below, and a gem helps her next chapter reach more readers.
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