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Making the cut de Anne Malcom
“Like I said, babe, this has been brewing for a while, but the moment I saw you, hands full of bags, all class, down to your fucking shoes. I knew.” I looked at him intently. “Knew what?” “That I had to get out of the guns, get out of that life, get away from the bitterness that I tasted on my tongue. So I could have sweet.” |