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... eyes. She could see it now. That was all he cared about, Alia.
Turning the doorknob, she pushed the door open, only to be greeted by the sight of Alia resting on the bed with her upper body propped against Rick’s ’special, memory’ pillow.
"You’re late," he repeated.
"I don’t remember the distance between here and the border as merely a two-minute walk," Emerald retorted in anger. He raised an eyebrow in response.
Rick hated to be disrespected, but now, it did not ...
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