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... nt, the point is Veronica berating two pieces of social trash from her high perch, her words flying as quickly as a machine gun.
Wayne was pinned on the sofa, staring at the approaching face, and his mouth fell open.
"???"
A string of question marks floated across Veronica’s forehead. What was this move, the latest expression for admitting wrongdoing?
Wayne shut his mouth. Seeing Veronica’s baffled look, he slowly said, "There’s a scent of dessert, too much sugar ...
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