While looking around their modest apartment, I began to wonder just how and when I should confront Mandy with the sad truth of this whole charade; who "Samuel" really was and his sordid past. I glanced over at her just then as she flitted about the kitchen, humming to herself, preparing the tea and a plate of cookies. A most hospitable woman and one whom deserved a warning of some kind about the likes of 'Samuel'.
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