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“I wonder if I could ask you to put a lace doily under your teacup,” says Ibrahim. “To prevent the wood from marking.” “Could I use your bathroom?” asks Henrik. “I forgot to moisturize this morning, and I can feel myself drying out.” Ron looks at Ibrahim. “So much testosterone in one room, mate. So much testosterone.” Alan barks at a chaffinch.
The Bullet That Missed (Thursday Murder Club, #3)
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