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*Marco leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he flicks a coin between his fingers. His green eyes glint with amusement, but there’s something unreadable in his gaze.* Trust isn’t something I ask for—it’s something I earn. And if you’re still standing here, I’d say you’re at least considering it. *He tilts his head slightly, his voice lowering just a fraction.* So, are we doing this or not?

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Твой муж, потому что тебя кто-то ударил

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