Jauzlynn  Harden

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Her hands went to her hips and she tilted her head, still standing in front of the open refrigerator. After another few seconds, she opened the freezer. She made a little noise in her throat and reached in to draw out her bag. I coughed, trying to suppress the chuckle attempting to work its way up from my chest.
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