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hung up before Kora could say anything worse.
Silven said, “Your daughter thinks I’m a millionaire.”
“She also thinks coffee counts as breakfast. I don’t use her as a source.”
“How old is she?”
“Nineteen. Second year of college. Smarter than is comfortable for me.”
“Cautious?”
Lenora shook her head.
“Not even a little. She got that from her father.”
Silven’s continue reading …
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