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There was a card.
For the woman who should never smoke again.
Lenora stared at the handwriting.
The man could have sent roses.
Any idiot with money sent roses.
Gardenias meant either luck or observation.
She did not like either option.
“Take them back,” she said, but without force.
Matteo waited.
Lenora set down the card.
“No. Fine. Leave them. But tell him continue reading …
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