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I follow him, and make a mental note to check his name against police reports. Those look like the kind of biceps they make in prison.
“Nobody can resist the power of Shakira. You must dance.” “I seemed to be resisting just fine,” I point out. “Yes, well, just because I haven’t found any bodies doesn’t mean they aren’t there. I haven’t ruled out the possibility of you being a psychopath.”