Angelina Quawas

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Merde—the bottle tips backwards, spilling onto my breasts and soaking my zebra blouse. Thatcher has quick reflexes and rights the bottle before I’m completely doused, and I stand up and glance at Beckett. A fraction of remorse flits in his eyes.
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