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“I must confess mine is a marriage of convenience,” the man said.

His dining partner raised her left eyebrow. “Is that so?” she said, then took a sip of her mimosa.

“Indeed, I massage her feet in exchange for belly rubs.”

 

— Bastian Espada

 

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