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He glances down at the red ring of lipstick around the filter and pauses. His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat, and I swear, I see his pulse in his jaw. “Oh—” But before I can finish my sentence, he slides the cigarette between his lips and inhales.
Sinners Anonymous (Sinners Anonymous, #1)
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