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... up on a pillow as she gently rotated it, wincing at the dull ache that radiated through the joint. A twisted ankle. Just perfect. Of all the things to happen tonight.
She sighed heavily and tilted her head back, staring up at the decorative ceiling molding with a scowl. Her thoughts were a tangled mess, but surprisingly, Leonard wasn’t the root of her frustration at this moment—it was this damned ankle. And her heels. And possibly her own poor choices.
"Stupid shoes," she muttere ...
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