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“Excuse me.” I take a step back, but Gilbert grabs my arm, pulling me back. “Come on, Stef. I know who you are.” Icy dread freezes me to the spot. Nothing good ever came from a sentence like that. Not from a sleazy guy like Gilbert. I sneer harder than I’ve ever sneered in my life.
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