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Fifty Per cent
"What the f**k do you think you are doing?" Gray said, and I didn't even need to look up to his eyes to know just how disgusted he was. Samantha seemed to just realize that he wasn't alone with me as she had probably expected, and she gasped, letting go of the food box. "Gray, I..." "Get the f**k out, Samantha." She immediately started to cry. "I am sorry, Gray. I swear, I just..." "f*****g get out! You too, Sandra. Everybody get out. Right now." I swallowed and immediately started to move. Even the men who were on the couch immediately stood up, murmuring something that suggested a meeting at another time, and walked away. The woman was the last to leave, and I caught a glimpse of her as she walked past me. She looked utterly dejected, her chest heaving, her shoulders low. She se
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