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... gossip.
Damien had left for the office hours ago, leaving the space to the girls. Aria was sprawled on the oversized white sofa, wearing a silk robe and a sheet mask that made her look like a serial killer in spa mode. Zoe was pacing the living room, holding a half-eaten croissant and looking like she was about to crack a government code.
"I’m telling you, Aria, I’m being gang-stalked," Zoe insisted, pointing a crumb-covered finger at the window. "Yesterday, I was at Starbucks, ...
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