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Or docks. Men like you always own something large enough to make the newspaper and quiet enough to hide other things.”
“Men like me.”
She shrugged.
“Power looks similar from the outside.”
“And from the inside?”
“I wouldn’t know.”
Lenora leaned forward.
“I sell flowers. I make dead rooms look softer than they are. Weddings. Funerals. Anniversaries. Baby showers.continue reading …
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