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... And probably Mara too, because she was laughing so hard she was practically convulsing on the floor of her stupidly expensive condo. I’m talking gold-accented tables, velvet chairs that I swear were designed to remind people like me how much money exists in the world, and floor-to-ceiling windows that didn’t just look out at the city—they judged me.
"W-wait! I can’t breathe! Pffftttt!" she snorted.
She rolling sideways, clutching her stomach, eyes watering, and every so often sh ...
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