“Please have a seat. She slipped on white thin-soled tennis shoes with no socks, her ankles exposed as Shari had once suggested they be worn. I'll be wanting my sixteen thousand. But you have, haven’t you?’ He tutted again. Taber returning. But the wench who tricked me shall bitterly repent it. What’s that?” They both stood listening. I tore the marriage certificate from his pocket and burnt it.
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