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John leaned down, his voice low beside Hannah’s ear. "Go across to the mall and buy me a new pair of trousers."

Hannah nodded meekly. "Okay."

His trousers were visibly wet, which was hardly suitable for someone in his position.

"What tier brand should I look for?" she asked.

"Anything wearable. Use my card."

Hannah gave another soft "okay," stood up, excused herself politely to the table