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... nd Lauren looked as if she wanted to laugh. Her dimples were faintly discernible on both sides.
It was only when everything was over that Franklin realized he had overreacted. He reached out and swatted away the hand that was tugging at the hem of his suit, avoiding Lauren’s question.
“Mr. Hayes, let’s prepare another lunch.”
Just as he was about to leave, the hem of his suit was pulled back again.
“Franklin, can you not leave? If you leave, what will happen if so ...
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