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65. Perfect stranger
“Hi, sweetheart. Do you have a problem? Should I pound your comrade?”
“Hello handsome. No, I am not in trouble this time.” Jo admitted honestly. “Yet…” She added after a moment of hesitation.
“What are you doing here?”
“Came for a few drinks with my friends.”
“Why didn’t you call and tell me that you'll be coming. I missed you.”
“Oh, really?”
“Really.”
“I don’t believe you! You missed messing around with me.”
“That’s right, I missed that too. I want to g
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