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"Jack? Tell me about your hat!"
"Love, it's a hat."
"Yes, but obviously there's some story behind it. Otherwise
why you would wear it all the time!"
"`Cause I like it, savvy?" He knew it wasn't the
answer she wanted. Bloody curious rum-burner. Mrs Turner: the
brat who never gives up. Poor whelp.
"Jack! What are you grinning about?"
With a sharp mind and an even sharper mouth.
"Nothing love, just relishing in ones company. `Tis not
a crime."
Frowning, the former Miss Swann slumped down into the luxury
chair, huffing.
Poor, poor whelp.
~.~
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