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afternoon. She had the voice of a woman running through a checklist. “How’d it go?”
“He called,” I said.
“And?”
“He sounded like a man who had forgotten he didn’t own the ground he was standing on.”
She made a sound that might have been a laugh. “Get some rest this week. Paperwork on Thursday.”
I took Biscuit for a walk around the block in the late afternoon continue reading …
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