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~ HAZEL ~ “Yes, Mrs. Anderson.” I smiled at her as Sherri handed over a mug of coffee to her as she had requested. “I was wondering why you weren’t at work, and why you weren’t answering your phone calls. I’d have come earlier, but it was so hard for me to find your home address.” She said with a smile she never displayed to me before my marriage, not stopping herself from staring around the house. “Really? I thought I already submitted it. I’m so sorry for not calling to let you know after waking up.” I apologized sheepishly. “Oh, it’s nothing.” She waved a hand over her face with a grin, taking a sip from the coffee. “Your house is really beautiful.” “Thank you.” I stared at Tristan who was staggering down the stairs in his shorts and a large robe that didn’t do anything in h
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