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Charlie Harper’s beachfront Malibu deck was usually reserved for expensive scotch and questionable decisions, but today it looked like a deleted scene from a low-budget horror movie. Large Birds, Spiders and MomTwo and a Half Men ...
The doorbell rang. It wasn’t the date. It was . She swept into the living room, smelling of Chanel No
“I don’t care if you named them 'The Pointer Sisters,' get them off my deck! I have a date coming over in twenty minutes and ‘Death by Nature’ isn't the vibe I’m going for.” She swept into the living room