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“I burned that Porsche. What do you think I am going to do today?” He laughed and the moment his words registered my knees denied to balance my weight. “You…you can’t do this. I…we have a party going on. And,…And,…I am…I am…” I was going out of breath and was about to fell in panic as all I see was going black, “Relax, just relax…I was joking, Julie,” A laugh from his mouth made me a puzzle. I refuse to look at him as I tried to get my breathing to normal. “Come on, you don’t want to get down there like this.” He said rubbing my tears away. “Why are you doing this?” I hiccupped and got my shoulder up to get his hand away. He smiled before whispering. “I was just having a conversation to see what we can do for this problem..." He rubbed my shoulder as I was his pet. "...You see…I can’t r
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