Sarah Ziemann

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“You can stop here,” she says, unbuckling her seat belt and turning to me. “Thank you, for tonight and for ... the nights I didn’t know you were there.” “You mean I didn’t just win a gold medal in the art of stalker mode?” A laugh spurts from her and the strain in her shoulders disappears.
Dirty Curve
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