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Her raised finger had pointed accusingly at the innocent man in an attempt to pass her feelings of guilt to another.
Now he sat awaiting a trial, confused. What had he done to deserve this? She had approached him. She had invited him. She sought him later, wanting a relationship. He had simply said, “No.”
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