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One extra pound
While getting ready to go to the office, Stephanie received a message from her boss on her phone. "Just what I needed," thought Stephanie when she saw Michael's picture in the w******p message that had just come in. "Now he also has my number and writes to me. Anny's prediction is going to come true, and he's going to start appearing even in my dreams." With her face wrinkled as if she were eating a spicy lemon, Stephanie read the message. The meeting with the clients from the building that had been declared a cultural heritage site had been moved up to that day. "They'll be in the firm's boardroom at eight. Don't forget to come well dressed and with the outfit I gave you." "At eight?! But it's... it's seven fifteen!" Stephanie changed her clothes at a speed that even Flash would have en
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