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possible," she complained.

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ed lipstick looked like

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. It was half empty. But the expensive things-the

a surge of irritation. It was insulting. As if hi

phone and dia

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t a bistro in Midtown. The wind

ble red pepper flakes. Harrison hated garlic.

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on the table. Harri

cked th

fork across the street. "That ca

Maybach S680 was idling at the curb. The wind

. That wasn't a normal car. Tha

rison," Whitney

d. "He can't afford a Maybach. That car

h with a napkin. "

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coat and walked across the street. Her

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ear passenger window. S

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instantly. The man

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