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We ate in
relative silence, which I think disappointed our waiter, who waited expectantly
to see how we liked the food. It was jaw-droppingly good, ..
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“What?!”
I took an instinctive step back,
eyeing the pistol still lying on the long table, preparing to run. Lee rolled
her eye..
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Lee
wrenched the table’s wreckage off of my and helped me carefully to my feet,
looking around and making sure nobody was paying any attention..
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I
lay on Lee’s bed, thinking, listening to her pronounced but feminine snore from
the laundry pile. It seemed a little ungentlemanly to be enj..
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There
are days when you don’t want to wake up. I’d had them before, but this one…
…this one felt special. Particularly
..
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We
left the shop an hour later with lighter wallets and a few heavy bags, making
our way back to Lee’s apartment. I could barely resist peekin..
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I
had half a second to wonder what the hell was going on. I came up with nothing.
In that half a second, Beck’s eyes
flicked down towards ..
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Buck’s
car smelled of patchouli oil and the six or seven different air fresheners
hanging from his rear-view mirror. I climbed into the passen..
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I didn't dream that night,
which for me was unusual. I woke up feeling just as stressed and confused as
the night before. Buck's house smelled like ..
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We spun back into reality in the ruins of my apartment.
Buck stumbled a little, muttering curses under his breath, sitting heavily down
on my debris..
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