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picked up the bulky box and studied it curiously. |
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"Who's it from?" Charlie asked idly. |
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"Don't know." She shrugged, carrying it across the room and setting it on a small table near the telephone. |
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"Open it," Charlie urged. |
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"Not right now. I'm going to get into something more comfortable first. Be a darling and fix us a drink." |
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Tonight there would be no ritual. The passions were still spent from the previous night. Tonight Kristen would be reflective. Tonight the topic was more likely to bend toward the philosophicalwhat they were doing with their lives, or what was left of their dreams. The most likely subject after the reflections would be the outcome of the long and bitter court battle with Martin. She had told him once that it was difficult simply because the man took up all the air in the room and there was nothing left for her. Charlie had been intrigued by the way she described her relationship with a man so rich and powerful that most of the women in America would have been willing to let him put his shoes under their bed. |
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Charlie realized that it was probably Kristen herself who was the real enigma in the toxic relationship between herself and her |
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