“So why does he have to hide it from me? If he is going around with that chic, I would be pretty pleased.” Amy quipped. Dee looked at her, as she handed her the steaming coffee mug. “Hmmmm” she pondered aloud, wondering which way to lead this conversation.
“But you don’t look pretty pleased.” She ventured.
“Of course, I am not. He’
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