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"What will you even do if I speak ill of that Jahapannah of yours?" his eyes gleamed with mischief. She averted her gaze, shifting uncomfortably in her chair. Caged, she found his hands on either sides of her, resting on the armrest.
"What will you even do if I speak ill of that Jahapannah of yours?" his eyes gleamed with mischief. She averted her gaze, shifting uncomfortably in her chair. Caged, she found his hands on either sides of her, resting on the armrest.
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