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... h your acting skills, the film industry owes you an Oscar."
He had already figured out she was pretending.
Dianna’s little head was buried in his strong chest, mumbling then why are you still helping me rub my belly?
"I don’t want to go back tonight," Dianna said softly.
Mort Thorne looked down at her, "Then where do you want to go?"
"Your room."
Mort’s gaze darkened, staring at her quietly.
"Don’t get the wrong idea, I’m just going to your ...
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