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“That’s mine, sir,” Amare said, trying to get Master Poja to ask him the questions he would ask Zina, since he would definitely have looked into the book and seen their entire plan there. “Oh, it is yours but it has Zina’s name boldly written on it?” “Well . . .you know, I like to inscribe her name on things that belong to me, because we’re . . . in love?” He pulled Zina tightly to his side and draped his arm over her shoulders. In the same sheepish motion, she took his hands off her shoulders and stepped away from him. “Forgive him, Master Poja. You know how Amare is. Silly, always so silly. That’s mine, and I actually have been looking for it for over a week now I’ve been losing my mind. Where did you find it?” “I would like to believ
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