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... long work jacket to a frowning Michael from a nearby vendor.
She lowered her head, not daring to look at the large stain on his clothes.
Michael’s face was as black as coal; he threw the jacket aside in disgust: “I won’t wear it.”
“Um…” she stammered, “I’m really sorry. I didn’t do it on purpose.”
Molly bit her lip, her face full of distress.
It was rare for Michael to take this sort of vehicle out for a spin, so she clearly wasn’t “respectful” enough, and ...
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