Finished Folds (1—2)
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4and I swooned into its oily browness. Without hesitation, she spat the cap out and wiped her mouth with her wrist. "What?" she drawled, her tarnished bracelet
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2ublican national convention was coming up in three weeks, so I had to make sure that my white sneakers were clean as a whistle. Last fall I had made the mistake of wearing