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Chapter 168: Rejected
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... d smell something familiar. A familiar perfume. I turned on the dim lights, and I’m not mistaken, it was Jackson, and was sitting on the sofa.
"You’re a late, dear." He greeted me with a deep voice.
"You’ve been drinking, hone," I answer. He stood up, and I looked at him as he approached me.
"It’s just a bottle, honey. What should you call me?" His face is close to mine. I could smell the wine on his breath. He hugged me.
"Um ... what should I call you?" I whisper ...
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