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Cryptic Conversation

“What does my wife have to do with this?” Jack asked, his voice rising. The man smirked slightly, folding his arms. “You think you know her, don’t you?” he said, ignoring the question. “Ask her about her secrets.” Jack’s stomach churned. What could he possibly mean? “What secrets?” he demanded. The man didn’t answer. Instead, he walked away, leaving Jack alone with more questions than he’d arrived with.
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