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TWENTY

I've been waiting two hours and she hasn't showed up.

The last thing I need is the pitying stares of the baristas, so I leave. I grumble to myself the whole way home and go right for the yellow pages.

"Rosa's, leave a message, please," the voice thick as syrup answers.

"Whore," I snarl into the answering machine. I hang up before I can say anything else.

This will be the last time she makes a fool out of me.
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