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“Are you done? Can we talk now?” She sighs. “Sure.” He opens his mouth to speak— And she punches it— A burst of static in her head like a radio turned to a nowhere station, bits of voices garbled by the noise. —his head rocks back and she knows she should be seizing this opportunity to mow over him, clambering her way to the door.
Vultures (Miriam Black, #6)
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