{"id":10232,"date":"2016-07-11T08:00:18","date_gmt":"2016-07-11T12:00:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/?p=10232"},"modified":"2017-01-05T12:58:33","modified_gmt":"2017-01-05T17:58:33","slug":"excerpt-reveal-bossman-by-vi-keeland","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/?p=10232","title":{"rendered":"Excerpt Reveal: Bossman (Dirty Office Romance, #1) by Vi Keeland"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"bossman<\/h4>\n

BOSSMAN<\/strong>
\n(A standalone novel)<\/strong><\/h4>\n

A Contemporary Romance novel<\/h4>\n

New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Vi Keeland<\/h4>\n

RELEASING JULY 18TH!<\/h4>\n

Pre-order: iBooks<\/a>\u00a0|\u00a0<\/span>Nook<\/a>\u00a0|\u00a0<\/span>Kobo<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

Find\u00a0Bossman<\/em>\u00a0on\u00a0GOODREADS<\/a>!<\/p>\n

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\"bossmand<\/p>\n

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This is an exclusive sneak peek of:<\/b><\/h4>\n

\"bossman<\/p>\n

Chapter 1<\/strong><\/h4>\n

Reece<\/em><\/strong><\/h4>\n

What a waste of smooth, shaven legs.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cJules? It\u2019s Reese. Where the hell are you? I <\/span>need<\/span><\/i> you. This is the <\/span>worst <\/span><\/i>date I\u2019ve ever been on. I\u2019m literally falling asleep. I\u2019ve considered smashing my head on the table a few times to keep awake. Unless you want me bloodied and bruised, I need you to call with a fake emergency. Call me back. <\/span>Please.<\/span><\/i>\u201d Pressing end call, I blew out a frustrated breath as I stood outside the ladies\u2019 room in the dark hallway at the back of the restaurant. <\/span><\/p>\n

A deep voice from behind me caught me off guard. \u201cUnless he\u2019s also an idiot\u2014in addition to being boring\u2014he\u2019s going to know.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cExcuse me?\u201d I turned to find a man leaning against the wall, his eyes pointed down as he texted away on his phone. He continued without looking up.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s the oldest trick in the book\u2026the emergency phone call. The least you can do is put in a little more effort. It takes two months to get a reservation at this place, and it\u2019s not cheap, sweetheart.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe <\/span>he<\/span><\/i> should be the one to put in more effort. His sports jacket has a giant hole under the arm, and he\u2019s done nothing but talk about his mother all night.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEver consider that your snobby attitude makes him nervous?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

My eyes nearly bulged out of my head. \u201cYou want to talk about snobby? You eavesdrop on my call and give me your <\/span>unwelcome<\/span><\/i> opinions, all while staring down at your phone. You haven\u2019t even made eye contact with me while you\u2019re speaking.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The jerk\u2019s fingers froze mid text. Then I watched as his head rose, eyes following a leisurely path starting at my ankles, up over my bare legs, and lingering at the hemline of my skirt before continuing to trace their way over my hips, coming to rest briefly on my breasts before finally settling on my face. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, that\u2019s right. Up here. These are my eyes.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

He pushed off the wall and stood tall, catching the lone ray that had been lighting the hallway. The streak illuminated his face, and I could see him clearly for the first time. <\/span><\/p>\n

Really?<\/span><\/i> Not what I was expecting.<\/span> With that deep, raspy voice and attitude, I assumed I\u2019d find someone older, probably dressed in a stuffy suit. But this guy was gorgeous. <\/span>Young and gorgeous<\/span><\/i>. Dressed entirely in black\u2014simple and sleek, yet there was an edge to the way he looked. Golden brown hair tousled in that sexy <\/span>I don\u2019t give a shit <\/span><\/i>way, but still looked perfect. Strong, masculine features\u2014a square, rugged jaw coated with day-old stubble on sunkissed skin, a straight, prominent nose, and big, sexy, sleepy eyes the color of chocolate. Those were now staring intently at me. <\/span><\/p>\n

Without dropping my gaze, he lifted his arms from his sides, holding them up over his head. \u201cYou want to check me for rips before you decide if I\u2019m worthy of speaking to?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He was gorgeous all right, but definitely an asshole. \u201cThat\u2019s not necessary. Your attitude has already decided that for me, and you\u2019re not.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

Lowering his arms, he chuckled. \u201cSuit yourself. Try to enjoy the rest of your evening, sweetheart.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I huffed, but stole one last fleeting look at the beautiful jerk before I walked back to my date.<\/span><\/p>\n

Martin was sitting with his hands folded when I returned to my seat at the table. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSorry,\u201d I told him. \u201cThere was a line.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat reminds me of a funny story. This one time, I was at a restaurant with my mother, and when she went to use the ladies\u2019 room\u2026\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

His voice faded away while I stared at my phone, willing it to ring. <\/span>Damn you, Jules. Where are you when I really need you<\/span><\/i>? Around the middle of the story\u2014at least I think it was the middle\u2014I noticed the jerk from the bathroom walking past our table. He smirked at me after taking a look at my rambling date and my disinterested face. Curious, I followed his path to get a look at who he was here with. <\/span><\/p>\n

Figures.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Dyed blonde, pretty in a slutty sort of way, with a heaping amount of boobage falling out of her low-cut dress. She made googly eyes at her date as he returned; I rolled mine. Yet\u2026I couldn\u2019t help but glance over at their table from time to time. <\/span><\/p>\n

When our salads arrived, Martin was talking about his mother\u2019s recent appendectomy, and I grew particularly bored. My eyes must have lingered a minute too long, because the guy from the bathroom caught me staring at him. Across the restaurant, he winked, arched an eyebrow, and tipped his glass in my direction.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jerk.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Since I\u2019d been caught, why bother to hide my watching him? He was certainly more interesting than my date. And he wasn\u2019t shy about looking my way either. When a waiter stopped by his table, I watched as beautiful bathroom guy pointed in my direction and spoke. Martin was still telling some mommy-dearest story as I glanced behind me to see what the attractive jerk across the room could\u2019ve been pointing to. When I turned back, the jerk and his date were standing. Reading his lips, I could make out some of what he was saying\u2026something about joining an old friend, I thought. Then suddenly, they were walking right toward our table.<\/span><\/p>\n

Is he going to say something to Martin about what he overheard?<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cReese. Is that you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

What in the hell?<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cUmm\u2026yes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWow. It\u2019s been a long time.\u201d He patted his hand on his chest. \u201cIt\u2019s me, Chase.\u201d Before I knew what was happening, the jerk (who was apparently named Chase) reached down and gripped me in a bear hug. While I was in his arms, he whispered, \u201cPlay along. Let\u2019s make your night more exciting, sweetheart.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Dumbfounded, I could only stare as he turned his attention to Martin, extending his hand. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m Chase Parker. Reese and I go way back.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMartin Ward.\u201d My date nodded.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMartin, mind if we join you? It\u2019s been years since Buttercup and I have seen each other. I\u2019d love to catch up. You don\u2019t mind, do you?\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

Although he\u2019d asked a question, Chase definitely didn\u2019t wait for a response. Instead, he pulled out a chair for his date and introduced her. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThis is Bridget…\u201d He looked to her for help, and she filled in the blank. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMcDermott. Bridget McDermott.\u201d She smiled, undaunted by our new double date or Chase\u2019s obvious inability to remember her last name. <\/span><\/p>\n

Martin, on the other hand, looked disappointed that our twosome was now a foursome, although I was certain he would never voice it. <\/span><\/p>\n

He looked to Chase as he sat. \u201cButtercup?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s what we used to call her. Reese\u2019s Peanut <\/span>Butter Cup<\/span><\/i>. My favorite candy.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

Once Chase and Bridget were seated, there was a moment of awkwardness. Surprisingly, it was Martin who broke it. \u201cSo, how do you two know each other?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Even though Martin asked the question looking at both of us, I wanted to make it clear to Chase that <\/span>he<\/span><\/i> was the one on the hot seat. This was his little game. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll let Chase tell you about the first time we met. It\u2019s really a funny story, actually.\u201d I propped my elbows on the table and rested my head on my folded hands, turning my full attention to Chase while batting my eyelashes with a sly grin.<\/span><\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t flinch, nor did he take more than a few seconds to come up with a story. \u201cWell, it wasn\u2019t really the first time we met that\u2019s the funny story\u2014more like what happened after we met. My parents split up when I was in eighth grade, and I had to transfer to a new school. I was pretty miserable until I met Reese here on the bus the first week. She was the off-limits pretty girl, but I figured I had no friends to bust my balls if I asked her on a date and she turned me down. So, even though she\u2019s a year older than me, I asked her to the eighth-grade dance. Surprised the shit out of me when she agreed to go. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnyway, I was young, with a healthy dose of testosterone, and I got it into my head that she was going to be my first kiss. All of my buddies back at my old school had already gotten theirs, and I figured it was my time. So, when the dance was coming to an end, I tugged Buttercup out of the crappy crepe-paper-and-balloon-decorated gymnasium and into the hall for some privacy. Of course, since it was my first time, I had no idea what to expect. But I went for it\u2014got right in there and started to suck her face.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

Chase paused and winked at me. \u201cIt was all good up until then, wasn\u2019t it, Buttercup?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t even respond. I was so floored listening to his story. But again, my lack of response didn\u2019t seem to bother him because he went right along, weaving his tall tale. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnyway, this is where the story gets good. Like I said, I didn\u2019t have any experience, but I dove right in\u2014lips, teeth, tongue, and all. After a minute, the kiss started to feel awfully wet, but I was into it, so I kept going and going, not wanting to be the first one to pull away. Eventually, when we came up for air\u2014literally since I\u2019d almost sucked her face off\u2014I realized why it had felt so wet. Reese had gotten a nosebleed in the middle of the kiss, and both of our faces were covered in smeared blood.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Martin and Bridget laughed, but I was too stunned to react. <\/span><\/p>\n

Chase reached out and touched my arm. \u201cCome on, Buttercup. Don\u2019t get embarrassed. Those were some good times we had. Remember?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow long were you two a couple?\u201d Martin asked. <\/span><\/p>\n

Just as Chase was about to respond, I reached over and touched his arm in the same patronizing way he\u2019d touched mine. \u201cNot too long. Right after <\/span>the other incident,<\/span><\/i> we broke up.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Bridget clapped her hands and bopped up and down in her seat like an excited child. \u201cI wanna hear about the other incident!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not sure I should actually share it, now that I think about it,\u201d I mused. \u201cIs this your first date?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Bridget nodded. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I don\u2019t want you to assume Chase has the same problem anymore. Since our <\/span>little incident<\/span><\/i> was so long ago.\u201d I leaned over to Bridget and whispered, \u201cThey gain better control as they grow older. <\/span>Usually<\/span><\/i>.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Instead of being upset, Chase looked thoroughly pleased with my story. Proud, even. In fact, the rest of the evening went on pretty much the same way. Chase told elaborate stories about our fake childhood, unafraid to embarrass himself in the process, and kept us all amused. I sometimes added to his stories when my mouth wasn\u2019t hanging open at the crap he\u2019d made up. <\/span><\/p>\n

I hated to admit it, but the jerk had started to grow on me, even while telling stories about my bloody nose and the \u201cunfortunate bra-stuffing incident.\u201d By the end of the evening, I was ordering coffee to stall the night\u2019s end\u2014a far cry from our exchange in the bathroom hallway.<\/span><\/p>\n

Outside of the restaurant, Martin, Chase, and I all handed the valet our tickets. I preferred to be in control of when a first date started and ended, so I\u2019d met Martin at the restaurant. Of course Bridget had come in Chase\u2019s car like a normal date. She was also practically rubbing up against his side as she clung to his arm while we waited for our cars. When my shiny red Audi pulled up first, I wasn\u2019t sure how to say goodbye to\u2026well\u2026anyone. I took the keys and lingered with the door open. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNice car, Buttercup.\u201d Chase smiled. \u201cBetter than that hunk of junk you drove in high school, huh?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I chuckled. \u201cI suppose it is.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Martin stepped forward. \u201cIt was nice seeing you, Reese. I hope we can do this again sometime.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

Rather than wait for him to attempt to kiss me, I went in for a hug. \u201cThank you for a nice dinner, Martin.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

As I stepped back, Chase stepped forward and pulled me into a hug. Unlike the friendly back-pat I\u2019d given Martin, Chase plastered me against his body. God, it felt good. Then he did the strangest thing\u2026 He wound my long hair around his hand a few times and closed it into a fist, using it to tug my head back. His eyes lingered on my lips as I looked up at him, and for a brief second, I thought he might kiss me. <\/span><\/p>\n

Then he leaned down and kissed my forehead. \u201cSee you at the reunion next year?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I nodded, feeling almost off-kilter. \u201cUmm\u2026sure thing.\u201d I glanced to Bridget after he released me. \u201cNice to meet you, Bridget.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Reluctantly, I folded into my car. Feeling eyes on me, I looked up while putting my seat belt on. Chase watched me intently. It looked like he wanted to say something, but after a few heartbeats, it felt strange to sit and wait any longer.<\/span><\/p>\n

Taking a deep breath, I pulled away with one last wave, wondering why it felt like I was leaving something important behind.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Blurb<\/strong><\/h4>\n

The first time I met Chase Parker, I didn\u2019t exactly make a good impression.
\nI was hiding in the bathroom hallway of a restaurant, leaving a message for my best friend to save me from my awful date.
\nHe overheard and told me I was a bitch, then proceeded to offer me some dating advice.
\nSo I told him to mind his own damn business\u2014his own tall, gorgeous, full-of-himself damn business\u2014and went back to my miserable date.
\nWhen he walked by my table, he smirked, and I watched his arrogant, sexy ass walk back to his date.
\nI couldn\u2019t help but sneak hidden glances at the condescending jerk on the other side of the room. Of course, he caught me on more than one occasion, and winked.
\nWhen the gorgeous stranger and his equally hot date suddenly appeared at our table, I thought he was going to rat me out.
\nBut instead, he pretended we knew each other and joined us\u2014telling elaborate, embarrassing stores about our fake childhood.
\nMy date suddenly went from boring to bizarrely exciting.
\nWhen it was over and we parted ways, I thought about him more than I would ever admit, even though I knew I\u2019d never see him again.
\nI mean, what were the chances I\u2019d run into him again in a city with eight million people?
\nThen again\u2026
\nWhat were the chances a month later he\u2019d wind up being my new sexy boss?<\/p>\n

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About the Author<\/strong><\/h4>\n

\"vi Vi Keeland is a native New Yorker with three children that occupy most of her free time, which she complains about often, but wouldn’t change for the world. She is an attorney and a New York Times, Wall Street Journal, & USA Today Best Selling author. Over the last three years, eleven of her titles have appeared on the USA Today Bestseller lists and four on the New York Times Bestseller lists.<\/p>\n

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Vi Keeland writes fantastically chemistry-filled romance!\u00a0 Her stories have great characters, wonderful banter and a whole lot of heart, and her romances leave us swooning!<\/p>\n

This page highlights Vi Keeland’s individually written books.\u00a0 Please also check out our Vi Keeland & Penelope Ward spotlight<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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Standalone Novels<\/strong><\/h4>\n

\"\"<\/strong>The Exception
\n<\/strong>To be released 11 January
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\"\"Someone Knows<\/strong>
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\"\"Jilted<\/strong>
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\"\"Indiscretion<\/strong>
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\"\"<\/strong><\/b>The Unraveling<\/strong>
\nBuy:\u00a0 Amazon<\/a>\u00a0 |\u00a0 Apple Books<\/a>\u00a0 |\u00a0\u00a0 B&N<\/a>\u00a0 |\u00a0 Kobo\u00a0<\/a> |\u00a0 Audio<\/a><\/p>\n

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\"\"What Happens at the Lake<\/strong>
\nBuy:\u00a0 Amazon<\/a>\u00a0 |\u00a0\u00a0Apple Books<\/a>\u00a0 |\u00a0 B&N<\/a>\u00a0 |\u00a0 Kobo\u00a0<\/a> |\u00a0 Google Play<\/a>\u00a0 |\u00a0 Paperback\u00a0<\/a> |\u00a0 Audio\u00a0<\/a><\/p>\n

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\"\"Something Unexpected<\/b>
\nReview<\/a>
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\"\"The Game<\/strong>
\nBuy:\u00a0 Amazon\u00a0<\/a> |\u00a0\u00a0B&N<\/a>\u00a0 |\u00a0\u00a0Kobo\u00a0<\/a>\u00a0| \u00a0Apple <\/a>\u00a0|\u00a0\u00a0Google Play<\/a>\u00a0 |\u00a0\u00a0Paperback\u00a0<\/a>\u00a0|\u00a0\u00a0Audio<\/a><\/p>\n

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\"\"The Boss Project<\/strong>
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\"\"The Summer Proposal<\/strong>
\nReview<\/a>
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\"\"The Spark
\n<\/strong>Review<\/a>
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\"\"The Invitation<\/strong>
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\"\"The Rivals
\n<\/strong>Review<\/a>
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\"\"Inappropriate<\/strong>
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\"\"All Grown Up
\n<\/strong>Review<\/a>
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\"\"We Shouldn’t
\n<\/strong>Review<\/a>
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\"\"<\/a>The Naked Truth
\n<\/strong>Review<\/a>
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\"\"Something Borrowed, Something You (previously titled Sex, Not Love)
\n<\/b>Review<\/a>
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\"\"Beautiful Mistake
\n<\/strong>Review<\/a>
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\"\"Egomaniac
\n<\/strong>Review<\/a>
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\"Bossman\"Bossman
\n<\/strong>Review<\/a>
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\"PageflexThe Baller<\/strong>
\nReview<\/a>
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\"PageflexLeft Behind<\/strong>\u00a0(co-written with Dylan Scott)\u00a0<\/strong>(A Young Adult Novel)
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\"FirstFirst Thing I See<\/strong>
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\n<\/a><\/p>\n

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Series<\/strong><\/h4>\n

Life on Stage<\/strong>\u00a0(2 standalone books)<\/h4>\n

\"Pageflex\u00a0 <\/strong>\"Pageflex
\n<\/strong><\/p>\n

Throb<\/strong>\u00a0(#1)
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Beat<\/strong>\u00a0(#2)
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MMA Fighter \u00a0<\/strong>(3 standalone books)<\/h4>\n

\"worth\u00a0\u00a0\"worth\u00a0\u00a0\"worth<\/strong><\/p>\n

Worth the Fight<\/strong>\u00a0(#1)
\nBuy:\u00a0Amazon<\/a>\u00a0|\u00a0iBooks<\/a>\u00a0|\u00a0B&N<\/a>\u00a0|\u00a0Kobo<\/a>\u00a0|\u00a0Paperback<\/a> | Audible<\/a><\/p>\n

Worth the Chance<\/strong>\u00a0(#2)
\nBuy:\u00a0Amazon<\/a>\u00a0|\u00a0iBooks<\/a>\u00a0|\u00a0B&N<\/a>\u00a0|\u00a0Kobo<\/a>\u00a0| Paperback<\/a> | Audible<\/a><\/p>\n

Worth Forgiving\u00a0<\/strong>(#3)
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The Cole series\u00a0<\/strong>(2 book serial)<\/h4>\n

\"Belong\u00a0\u00a0\"Made<\/strong><\/p>\n

Belong to You<\/strong>\u00a0(#1)
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Made for You\u00a0<\/strong>(#2)
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