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Tina wasn’t looking especially well when she went to work the next morning. Her mother was stress personified. Even Genevieve fell under “also-ran” by comparison.
She went to her desk and wrinkled her forehead. What was this, then?
A single long-stemmed red rose lay across her work folders.
She looked up. Susanne was sitting in her glass compartment and looking at her
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