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... nd boxer shorts, tying the string at the back of her neck. It smelled faintly of industrial laundry detergent and old lavender, but aesthetically, it was absolutely flawless.
She settled into the plush leather of the backseat, waiting.
A minute later, the driver’s door clicked open.
Richard slid into the driver’s seat, pulling the door shut behind him with a soft thud. He reached up, adjusting his rearview mirror. The only evidence that he had just spent the last few minu ...
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