\" Michelle met her at her locker, right on schedule, carrying a backpack so overstuffed it was its own conversation piece. He could think about it later. "I am no man's mistress," answered the widow, crimsoning to her temples, but preserving her meek deportment, and humble tone. She shot a sudden glance at him. I tell you—never mind the bill. She knew that her voice was superior to Annabel’s, and she had no further qualms. I don’t suppose a girl can tell if a man is in love with her or not in love with her.
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