Jess Moore

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My knuckles were red beneath the faucet, the water having warmed to a scalding temperature, but still, I scrubbed. I would not walk into that hospital with grease on my damn fingers. There wasn’t much I could control in this, but my hands would be clean.
Fallen Jester (Clifton Forge, #5)
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