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, I was

eets were quiet. He walked with a purpose I never saw during the day, his musician' s slo

Cadillac Escalade was waiting, its engine humming silently. Th

mpster, my phone

the passenger side. The Fixer. I

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oo. Colder. All the warmth he showed me was gone. "

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ere the most beautiful

ne dripping with contempt. "Just give her a bl

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d. "Let her write whatever she wa

ding across my face. It was better than an 'I love you.' It was a guarantee.

ise of that blank check warming me more