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A lunch with Anny
Stephanie had to admit that Anny's idea wasn't bad, but it involved expanding the lie. "Tell your parents that you got a job as a caregiver for an elderly woman?" Stephanie asked after Anny explained what she had planned. "Yes, that way I can live with you, because it will be as if you were the elderly woman I am taking care of." It didn't sound bad when stated that way, in fact it was perfect because Anny would spend the nights and even a good part of the day in the apartment that Stephanie would rent. "Well, what about the p*****t?" Stephanie asked, thinking about the details of the idea. "p*****t? What do you mean?" Anny asked, seeming to be talking outside of her house, on the street. "Your parents will want to know not only how much you earn, but that it reflects in your lifesty
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