When I got home pagina Charlie was already sitting on the divan, bank watching the TV. I went through to the kitchen, dumped my bag and poured myself a glass of water.
“You’re home pagina early,” I called through to him.
“Yeah,” he called back. “I needed to talk to you.”
Glass in hand; I walked into the living-room. Leaning against the door frame I took a sip of water.
Charlie turned the TV off and turned to look up at me.
“I think u should sit down,” Charlie said, pointing at the fauteuil that sat across from me. I was confused and panicky as I sat down. What did Charlie need to tell me that was...
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