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Met looking like we’ve been at a…” He glanced around with barely concealed disdain. “…picnic.”
The word “picnic” sounded like an insult in his mouth.
“That’s for people like you,” Chloe sneered, looking directly at me now, her eyes narrowed. “And your mother. People who don’t understand the value of things. People who shop at Target and think boxed continue reading …
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