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... e door shut. Her face was blotchy and red.
He sat in stunned silence for a few moments, before rising and striding toward the washroom. His long legs swallowing up the distance with ease. Testing the doorknob, he found it unlocked. Pushing the door open he entered.
He found her sitting atop the toilet bowl; lid down. She held up her blouse with one hand as the other pinched the access fat that she had gained. Her face was drawn with disappointment.
“What are you doing?” asked Q ...
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