"Just something." He raised a shoulder again. "My father's paper. That's what you're looking for. If you aren't, then why did you stay around me, watch me, and know the kinds of panties I wear?" Sebastian laughed again. "What? The kinda panties you wear?" He said, laughing. "I never said that." "Yeah, I just figured that since you know everything about me, you might as well know the type of soap and panties I use." The man laughed some more, his voice filling her ears and bringing ease to her heart. It was there again, the stupid feeling of ease, instead of panic. "More than the paper, I need something else from you," Sebastian said, his voice taking a serious note. "So we agree now that you were true, looking for the paper," Debby said, triumph lacing her tone. "Whose life depends on it?" He turned to her as if surprised that she r
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