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because they were too bruised to sell and too alive to throw away.
Her rooms never smelled rich.
They smelled real.
“I’m going to shower,” she said.
“You liked him,” Kora said.
Lenora shot her a look.
“I did not say that.”
“You didn’t have to.”
Moren watched carefully over the rim of her mug.
“Did he make you uncomfortable?”
The question was not simple.
Lenora continue reading …
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