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conversations.value:  Intermission—Adultery (Accidental) Claire’s POV A few days had passed since the pope and Rae swapped roles, and things seemed to be going well for Rae, considering she hadn’t exposed herself. The same could not be said for us. It was evening, almost time for the guards to change shifts.
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conversations.value:  "Don’t you think Miss Rae’s been kinda quiet these last few days?" Lana—who was helping with guard duty—asked, full of suspicion.
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conversations.value:  Eve looks over toward us, doubtful as well.
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conversations.value:  "Not at all. I’m just as I always am." The pope responded. Her words resembled the sort Rae might say, but her tone remained flat and emotionless.
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conversations.value:  "Th-that’s right. Oh, I know, she’s probably just tired from guard duty." I tried my best to work up an excuse.
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conversations.value:  "Hmm, really? Something’s not right… Was Miss Rae always, like, this expressionless?"
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conversations.value:  There it was—my biggest cause for concern. Unlike Rae, who was incredibly emotive, the pope’s face never so much as twitched. We couldn’t avoid arousing suspicion. "Th-the truth is that Rae and I have been fighting for a while now. That’s why she seems a little stiff."
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conversations.value:  "Ohhh, I see, I see. Hey, Miss Rae, if you’re bored with Miss Claire, then why not start a secret relationship with me?" Lana said, joking around with Rae—who was actually the pope—like she always did.
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conversations.value:  Seeing Lana’s suspicion pass, I breathed a sigh of relief—but I was getting ahead of myself.
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conversations.value:  "What do you mean by ‘secret relationship’?" the pope asked in her impassive voice.
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conversations.value:  My blood pressure shot through the roof.
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conversations.value:  "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Are you giving me the okay? Oh, my gosh, this is my lucky day!"
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conversations.value:  "Filth…"
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conversations.value:  Lana seemed to be in a state of euphoria
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conversations.value:  Eve made no effort to hide her disgust.
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conversations.value:  My concerns just kept growing. "Whatever are you saying? Rae would never cheat on me."
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conversations.value:  "Whaaat, but you said yourself that you were fighting. I’m not lettin’ an opportunity like that slip by, you know?"
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conversations.value:  The pope’s deadpan eyes stared at me. It didn’t seem like she was going to lift a finger to fix this mess. It was up to me to drag us out of it.
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conversations.value:  "W-we may be fighting, but that doesn’t change the fact we both love each other deeply," I said. "We’re just having a small…tiff."
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conversations.value:  "Yeah, but isn’t, like, a ‘small tiff’ already a reason to end things?"
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