Over For Good

“You about to leave?” she wondered and he nodded.

“I’m finally done.”

“I’ll say…”

He smirked. “Are you still coming over?”

“Do you still want me to?”

He kissed her forehead, then grabbed her hand to lead her out of the lounge. “Of course, I do, Irene.”

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It was six-forty-five in the morning but her ...

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