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"The one at Alabama State, right?"
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A tall, slender young man rose from his chair and walked toward me with his hand extended. "Nice to meet you, Ms. Holiday." He had his mother's dark hair, which was closely cropped, high cheekbones, and a goatee. The shimmering grey eyes gave away the source of his name.

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He laughed quietly. "Oh no. These are the wealthiest families. They all live outside of town, like us." He gestured for a man in a white suit to refill my wine glass. "Now tell me, Calista, how do you like living in that big house all alone?" His left hand, under the table, had found its way to my knee, and bikini magazine alyssa milano moved my hand to his to remove it.
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