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he shrugged, Maria's eyes narrowed, "but I'm fine, I guess."
Maria made herself a cup of coffee all while she ruminated over the issue at hand. She had to keep reminding herself that all of this could be a big mess, there could be a mistake somewhere, but she still had to talk to that woman. She needed to talk to her.
"That coffee maker has to have a crush on you, not that I blamed it though," Jackson yelled from the living room. He playfully snatched the cup from her when she got to where he sat. "You have no idea how many times I tried operating that thing."
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