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“You’re showing off, right? Let’s do this—if I hit the board, then you’ll have to ask me to dance at tomorrow’s party.” Bryan immediately replied, “Deal.” I immediately threw it and I…

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He handed me a white box and grabbed Glover by the upper arm, dragging him from the room. Missus Lowry closed the door while I looked at the white box Raf gave me. It was a brand new, top of the line cellphone. “Here now, dearie,” the housekeeper cooed, “no men about. How are you doing?” “I’m fine Missus Lowry,” I said and put the phone on the dresser.

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