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Mike was draped over the laminate kitchen counter, on the phone as usual. I’d ruin the things if I so much as touched one. Old farmhouses loomed as they whizzed by, left behind in the gray like mourners. Hell, my mom hates everyone, don’t take this personally, but she doesn’t like you very much and she isn’t shy about letting me know. “What I am after is that beauty isn’t a special inserted sort of thing; that’s my idea. "In wine there is truth. “I look older.
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