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find you, since ambition hasn’t.”
Marcus swirled his wine. “Luck’s a long shot when you don’t have the brains to back it up. Maybe you’ll win five bucks, Audrey. Buy yourself a new shovel.”
Laughter rippled through thirty guests. Not warm laughter — jagged, mocking laughter that bounced off the walls of the room where I had folded every continue reading …
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