Neshaisabookworm’s Book Review

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He stomped around, flat-footed, and the only grace he had was what he said over dinner before we ate. His voice? Fuck me, it grated. All guttural and snappy, none of the fluidity of the Irish singsong I was used to.
Filthy Rich (The Five Points' Mob Collection, #2)
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