Shanley Roach

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He passed by Bryant’s receptionist—attractive, with waist-length braided silver hair—and then the inspector’s secretary, an ancient monster from the Jurassic swamp, frozen and sly, like some archaic apparition fixated in the tomb world.
Shanley Roach
Raaaaaggggeeeeee. Fuck right off bro. Holy shit.
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