“I cut off his right hand pinky with his own rusty bolt cutter. She staggered to the fireplace and thrust it into the heart of the dying flames. It was time to disappear, no more Becks, no more Spaghetti Nights, no more afternoon kisses in the park with John Diedermayer. ’ ‘Precisely,’ Gerald repeated.
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