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... ir, so pungent like acid that I swear I could taste it on my tongue with every breath I took. I wrinkled my nose in distaste but held Amara’s hand tightly as I walked her up to the private jet sitting motionlessly on the airfield.
Only a few workers moved back and forth, dressed in neat white uniforms without any logos. I still couldn’t believe that Leo owned his own private jet. It seemed a little extravagant for just a real estate owner but considering all my suspicions that were just ...
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