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“You’re overreacting,” he said later when they had changed out of the body stockings and fucked once more in her Oakcrest Street bedroom before changing into more suitable clothing. Since he wouldn’t let her in his room, Margaret had to wait outside in the hall while he changed out of the smelly black coverall. Shannon Japan’s room had become a source of mystery for her that dug incessantly at the back of her mind. What was in there? She wondered. Every single guest who stayed at The Precipice had a dark past. Some unconquerable secret that no amount of time, money, or distance could ever separate them from.
What was his? A straight question would come across as too desperate, she assured herself. Besides, Shannon made a point never to ask her about her own past. Even...
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