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Raibert held out his hand for the purse and held the necklace in the other. He looked at the necklace in its box. This time, Arthur wailed. Giving up on him, Raibert grabbed the purse, dropped the necklace in its place, and legged it, leaving the gentleman in a gathering crowd of onlookers. Time to bloody get out of Wife black owned story.

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