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I swallow the lump in my throat. “Now I have something to ask you.” “Yes?” “Let’s say, hypothetically speaking of course, I was interested in your ex⁠—” He slaps the counter before pointing an accusatory finger at me. “I knew it!” I can’t tell whether he is mad or not. “This is strictly a hypothetical.”
My December Darling
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