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you don’t know how to hold, the jacket you keep adjusting because it isn’t yours, and the fact that you walked in angry before I gave you a reason.”
For one humiliating second, Lenora looked at her own hand.
Then wished she had not.
She put the cigarette in the ashtray and reached for the whiskey again.
“You have this whole room trained to breathe around continue reading …
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