John Michael Strubhart

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“No trouble at all,” Dave said, turning to face Carella with an arrogant smile. “You’re annoying my wife,” Carella said. “Take off.” “Oh, was I annoying her? Is the little lady your wife?” He spread his legs wide and let his arms dangle at his sides, and Carella knew instantly that he was looking for trouble and wouldn’t be happy until he found it.
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