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... rst time, and his body was filing a formal, complete with emotional damages and a demand for hazard pay.
Wet hand still hovering. Chest heaving. Face cycling through colors like a mood ring having a seizure in the middle of a psychedelic crisis.
The whole office smelled like sex and the slow, theatrical death of a man’s ego—somewhere between a high-end perfume called "Regret" and the faint, unmistakable tang of a marriage that had just been publicly vivisected wi ...
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