No amount of scrubbing could remove the stains, the blood of an unknown man she had stolen from the scene of a car accident, a stupid drunk with no license who had wrapped his Chevy truck around a very large oak tree. It was as if he could smell it on her. But, bloodan'-'ouns! man, if ould Nick himself were to hit me a blow, I'd be afther givin' him another. ” Mike knocked on the thin core door that sealed her and Shari’s bedroom from the outside world. “I am just back from Paris.
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