He shakes his head with a slow smile. You’d better be right. If the phone rings, I’m unpluggining it, I swear to God-“ You’d do that to your five-year-old sister?“ I gasp in mock outrage. For one whole night alone? Jesus, Maya, I’d sell her to the gypsies!
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