Words 4,801-4,850

09Jun09

“Oh, that’s original.” Marissa said caustically.
“You have one minute to spit it out.” Duane said evenly, crossing his arms.
Marissa’s expression became distant, then calculating, then soft. She slowly raised her eyes to meet his. “I need your help.”
“What kind of help?”
“I need you to pretend something.”

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