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The Slap That Ended Everything

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hold the program for five minutes?”

Russell blinked. “Of course.”

“And the microphone.”

His face did a weird little twitch. Fear mixed with donor math.

“Yes.”

Ethan stepped toward me. “Victoria, don’t do this here.”

I looked at him. “Where did you think I was going to do it? At home, between the asparagus and the ice cream?”

A couple at table nine pretended continue reading …

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