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CHAPTER XVI (4)

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Nothing happened last night; it came to me as a surprise, a shock, and perhaps a bummer too. All the adrenaline rush of fear I had all day long was for naught. He had left old clothes of his behind the locked door of the bathroom for me to wear. They were loose, big and shabby, but more comfortable and modest than those lacy dresses of satin.

Heaving a sigh, I had wrapped my arms around myself in attempt to cover my chest, then counted to ten before turning on the knob of the door then entered the large room again.

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