Monique

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‘Well, good night,’ she said. He smiled. ‘Night.’ She kissed him too lightly, so that it was only a cold brush of damp and the chalk smell of her powder. He flinched and pushed his hand over his mouth before he could stop himself. ‘Sorry
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