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“Don’t worry, babe, you’ll find a way to pay me back” He winked at her. “So do we have ourselves a plan?”
“O-Oh. Um. I-I,” she shut her lips tightly, overwhelmed with embarrassment at her inability to form the words she wanted to. As if she needed to appear more pathetic. Weakly, she shrugged and managed something that sounded vaguely like “dunno.”












