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Michael
Michael Shrugging off my jacket, Ryan following, I enter the lounge. “Ryan’s picked out your tree, Kirstie. It’s a beauty…” I trail off. Charlotte and Mitch sit together with Kirstie, their heads close… Suspiciously close… What’s cooking? Beth enters, carrying Adam. “Charlotte, I… Oh! Hello. Didn’t realise you two were back. I thought you were out hunting Christmas trees. And I forgot my phone.” “It’s in the kitchen,” says Charlotte. “On the table.” But she says no more. All four women gaze at me with the kind of innocent expressions guaranteed to make a man’s blood run cold. Hmmm… I know plotting when I see it Should I ask? Is there any point? Doubtless, I’ll not learn anything until they’re ready to tell me. ***** “How’s it going, Sally? Everything under control?. I’ll be ou
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