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It felt like an eternity before he gingerly lifted himself from the table and staggered backwards. Glass shards protruded from chest to groin. The guy looked like a bloody porcupine. A cute, tall bloody porcupine. I__ tall too. Five foot ten. But he had at least four inches on me, even with my thick-heeled boots.__hat__ your name?_ he slurred. While visions of reckless homicide charges danced in my head, I contemplated using an alias. Finally, I said my real name, __am.___ice to meet you, Sammers. I__ Jake,_ he said.
Betsy Cook Speer Demolition Queen - Champagne, Murder & Chaos
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It felt like an eternity before he gingerly lifted himself from the table and staggered backwards. Glass shards protruded from chest to groin. The guy looked like a bloody porcupine. A cute, tall bloody porcupine. I__ tall too. Five foot ten. But he had at least four inches on me, even with my thick-heeled boots.__hat__ your name?_ he slurred. While visions of reckless homicide charges danced in my head, I contemplated using an alias. Finally, I said my real name, __am.___ice to meet you, Sammers. I__ Jake,_ he said.
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Betsy Cook Speer

Demolition Queen - Champagne, Murder & Chaos

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