“It’s me, is your wife home? No reason, I was just wondering what sort of conversation I could get away with - so it won’t have to be strictly business, hm? Oh, no, please, I insist, I had better let you go for now. See you in the morning, I love you.”
So, she’s running errands, is she? Kyrie giggled to herself, gripping the knife in her right
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