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too much.”
“That is usually the difference between peace and trouble.”
“And which one am I?”
Silven glanced once at the dead cigarette, then the whiskey.
“Tonight? Undecided.”
The answer annoyed her enough to make her push harder.
“You know what I hate about blind dates?” she asked. “Everyone acts like the woman is being given a chance. No one says it, but continue reading …
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