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He'd thought he'd been so clever, using her but not allowing
her to touch his heart. He couldn't understand why he was feeling so hurt. She was everything he hated, everything he fought
against, and yet somehow he'd become tangled in her web, found ease in her body, succor in her arms. His passion for her had
ridden him like a night hag.
And now those he cared about were paying the price. His own betrayal of them – of
him - multiplied tenfold.
He looked at the signed dollar bill in his hand, and her victory tasted bitter on
his tongue.
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