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... language, Beauty picked up the glass of juice on the table and poured it over Samuel.
Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, her face calm and composed.
"Samuel, you’re such a jerk!"
Teetering on the edge of tears, she picked up her bag from the chair and briskly ran towards the door.
Everyone around them gawked at them, assuming they were a bickering couple.
Taxis in this area of the City were hard to hail.
Beauty, standing in the stifling summer sun, ...
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