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... we moved toward the main staircase. I kept my eyes fixed on the stiff cotton of her uniform, maintaining a good distance.
Not knowing when Gina might want to just "accidentally move back and give me a slap to the face." She hated me enough to risk it.
The descent was agonizing. The top floor was silent, but as we dropped one level, the sounds of the house—the distant hum of conversation, the clatter of life—grew louder.
This was the second floor, the main residential flo ...
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