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“Is there a problem with your new phone?” Lance asks suspiciously, “Or do you have some secret information on your other phone? Perhaps you’re conducting secret affairs?” Andrea freezes in the middle of unlocking her phone. Lance is so suspicious—even the slightest thing can set him off. “I got used to my old phone,” Andrea replies with a casual shrug, “And some of the phone numbers weren’t properly copied onto the new one.” “How many candid photos have you taken?” Lance asks. He dips his long fingers into the water and playfully flicks some onto her face. Andrea stares at him angrily. “Just a few,” she answers with irritation. “How many?” he asks again. He knows exactly how many photos she’s taken, but he wants to know if she’ll tell him the truth. Everything she does on her pho