of flashbulbs. The paparazzi were swarming like gnat

as no other way. She pulled her hood down low, hugging her backpack to her

ors of the cl

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fit him like armor. He looked nothing like the broken, feverish man she

. She was ten feet away, separated b

cufflinks. His gaze swept ove

eyes lan

emed to

. He saw the mud stains on her jeans from the

ition in his eyes.

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k's shove. It was a complete erasure of her existence. To him, she

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antly. They slammed Frank into the

rank screamed.

an writhing on the ground. He stepped into the waiting

cked away, terrified that Frank would point at

spotting her. "Tell th

ed under a barrier, and sprinted down the stairs to the subwa

bench on the platform. Her

et sanctuary of the Maybach,

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girl in the hoodie. Her eyes. They were wide a

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was ridiculous. The woman who helped him had hands th

ive," Ke

. She wrapped her arms around her knees. She felt foolish f

buzzed in

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screen. A cold knot

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train rattled into the darkness, carrying h