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“I enter her French doors, not even bothering to be quiet. She has been crying. What in the fuck happened that she wanted to see me? The masked me? Not Easton Bradley Sinnett. I'm fucking pissed. Jealous of myself that she didn't call Sin. Was I not enough yesterday and last night? Did she think I was fucking around? That she doesn't belong to me?”

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Book:The Sinner
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