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Chapter Forty One
How to make Felix hers was her first priority Gladys thought to herself. So she poured the juice on her dressed and shot up like a rocket furiously dusting her dress. The juice had soaked the region around her breasts. ' Oh my God, how clumsy can one be? What am I going to do now?' she said with feigned distress. ' What is it?' Felix who had been absorbed with thoughts of trying to device a means of getting her out of the house and ensuring she never came back, asked. 'I mistakenly spilt the juice on my dress. You don't happen to have a dry-cleaning machine here do you? I will have to spread the dress outside to get it dry then but I will need a lappa to tie while I wait for the dress to get dry', she said. Felix knew that she had spilt the juice on her dress on purpose and if he had
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