We said we’d co-author a book some day.
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“Holly,” she said, holding out her hand. Her nails painted a glossy beige. Crisp white shirt, dewy skin, bracelets jingling on slender wrists. “I’m in law too,” she said with a wide smile, sticking her finger in her mouth in a mock forced vomit. I mock-sneered back. Laughter. I learned later it was my necklace that drew her to me. Tiny beads in a double loop set against white cotton. My style, as she would name it.
Damn weather like this killed my Christy.
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