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... already planning how she was going to boycott their plans. But before she could park her car, Markus stood at the car park with his hands in his pocket. He looked as playful as always.
How was he so different from Ahmet? She asked herself but quickly got reminded again of the games Ahmet could play with her. If the men were right, then it meant it was... no, she couldn't believe that.
She hated him alright but she couldn't believe that he spiked her drink. She had begged him, yet ...
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