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FORTY-TWO
"Make it quick then leave," I spoke as I closed the door. He stopped in the middle of the room to examine the mess. The luggage, the dresses, my coat and the blanket that was neatly placed on the couch. Cal had come to the door from that side and it gave Ambrose the idea that he might have slept there instead of in the bed with me. But the fact that I didn't have anything on was more than enough to make him feel angry about Cal staying with me. "Why should I hurry? What will happen if I... if we stay here too long?" He asked, making mention of Cal who had already left. A small smile had returned to his face, irritating me in the process. "I would rather not say. Are you just going to stand there?" I asked as a way to prompt him to tell me what he wanted to. Instead, he walked over to the
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