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FORTY-FIVE
When Tatum stepped through the door, the conversation I had with Ambrose came flowing back and I remembered one thing he said: that Tatum had been overworking himself for my sake. I felt guilty at the notion, especially when the thought to reject Ambrose's offer arose again. "You look happy this morning," Tatum began as he entered the room to see that it was still the same as he had left it. I flashed him a smile as I brought my hand down to cover the side of my neck, the one with the most bruises. If he saw those along with the blanket on the couch, it would not take him long to figure out that I had been with someone either last night or this morning, both of those being true. "I haven't slept so peacefully in a long time," I replied. I wanted to ask him how his night went but I had to
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