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I used to love wearing high heels. I still do, but it takes a very special occasion, and a certain reckless disregard for consequences, to wear them now.
“We took care of it ourselves.” He unexpectedly grinned and pulled a baseball bat out from under the counter. “Meet Shorty. He’s our friendly persuader.” I was persuaded. I hadn’t planned to start a fight with the two guys at the other end of the bar, and I certainly wasn’t going to do so now.
