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... xpressionless, no emotion visible. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking.
Getting out of the car, she didn’t wait for me or Martin to get the door, she helped herself and headed into the house. I felt defeated, I couldn’t take anything but her silence. She could scream at me, shout at me. I deserved it.
"Give her time sir," Martin said as I headed inside. I nodded, patting him on the back.
"I ordered pizza." She was at the bar with a glass of whiskey in her hand. It was t ...
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