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assistant, who’d been standing quietly by the door. “All of them. No edits. No PR spin.”
Castellano smiled. “Well then. Mr. Turner, do we have a deal?”
I thought about Maya. About Sarah’s gravestone. About the Honda’s air conditioning and the college brochures and the stack of bills that had followed me like ghosts.
I thought about the way the V9 had continue reading …
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