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What?

"How do you know that?" I say in outrage "That’s my private credit card!"

"Then don’t hide the statement under thethe bed and gave it to me" He kisses me and picks up his briefcase "Enjoy the city!"

As the door closes I feel a tad disgruntled Little does Luke know Little does Luke knoas actually planning to buy hio, when I first orgeous Italian leather But he left it in the bathroo-wax on it

Which was not entirely ony, you don’t think "What would be thewax off

Anyway So I was planning to buy hiift Butto spy on me and read my private credit card statements I mean, what a cheek Do I read his private letters?

Well, actually I do So! But the point is--

Oh ht Does thatthat day he went off to see the stock exchange?

Fuck

And he hasn’t said anything about it OK, maybe he does deserve a present, after all

I take a sip of cappuccino Anyway, I’, not Luke He thinks he’s so clever, but what he doesn’t know is that I’ve got a secret genius plan

Half an hour later I arrive downstairs at reception, wearing tight black trousers (not quite capri but close enough), a striped T-shirt, and a scarf knotted round n exchange desk and beahtly "Il…"

I trail off into silence