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Grudges…

    Her high heels clattered on the floor, as she walked to the counter, and picked the bottle of Château Lafite. You’re lucky, John… I don’t like to hold grudges. It messes with my sleep. He still wondered why she hadn’t sent one of her hitmen to gut him out. She usually wasn’t on…… Continue reading Grudges…