MIRANDA "Because I don't want to," I stated, returning to my work. "Oh darling, you lie so poorly," Manuela said, making me face her. "Do you think I believed that story about not knowing who he was? I don't buy that Marlon Alonzo crap." "Believe whatever you want, to each their own," I said smiling. "You know, when you were little and your sister acted up, to cover for her, when you lied you had and still have the habit of rubbing your thumb on your index finger, and you rubbed them on the 'meeting' story, and on not wanting the wine. I wonder why?" she mused, placing a finger on her chin, tapping it lightly before facing me. "The reasons, obviously I don't want to know; I have an idea, but it's none of my business. I will only tell you one thing: stay out of my way, or you will deeply regret it." "Are you threatening me?" I ask, crossing my arms. Finally, the snake showed her fangs. "I am not afraid of you." "You aren't, but you should be. Because I see you as a threat to my c
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