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“But it’s totally her fault. I’d never be that trashy and go behind a tapestry.” Ria sniffed, as Grace finally breathed. Ria suddenly flipped her French plait over her shoulder, resting her dazzling eyes on Jude. “Don’t you agree, Jude?”
Jude froze, bacon dropping from his fork held mid-way to his mouth. “Oh yeah, broomstick cupboards all the way.”
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