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“You don't belong in Jack's world, and he doesn't belong in yours. My advice is to get out while you can." I glared at him with a mixture of disbelief and annoyance. "You think you know everything about me, but I'm not a nice girl. I've done bad things. I've been arrested, handcuffed, and interrogated in the police station as an accessory to crime. I've broken laws. I've been threatened, kidnapped, tied up, and was an active participant in a high-speed car chase. I know who Jack is. I have a good idea about what he does. And I can make my own decision about whether we're good together or not, which, by the way, we are, subject to smoothing out a few wrinkles." George chuckled. "So, you're saying that what you see isn't what you get. You're no lightweight." "Damn right.”

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'Til Heist Do Us Part

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