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Rose Madman _ Stephen King _ txt Fiction Paradise Full-time Job

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She went into the kitchen, wondering whether she should take a leisurely and leisurely bath to wash away the bad luck of the day. But she stopped and frowned. The door of her study was ajar. "Damn it," she murmured. "Damn it!" She hates it when her privacy is invaded. Her door was unlocked because she didn't believe she was weak enough to lock it. Anyway, this is her place. The girls and women were here thanks to her generosity and permission. She doesn't need a lock on the door. She has enough desire to get in. Most of the time, but there will always be a woman who thinks she really needs to find a document from Anna; Really need to use Anna's copier (it doesn't take that long to warm up compared to the copier in the room under the stairs), really need to stamp, etc., so this rude guy broke in and walked around in his own territory, looking at other people's things casually, so the air was filled with the smell of cheap perfume. Anna's hand paused on the door handle of the study. 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