Taryn Clutter

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“Oh, they’ll consult,” she said, “but I’m in charge now. Here’s thirty milligrams.” This would not do. I would get incredibly sick. There was only one thing for it: that very same night, I booked another $175,000 private jet and flew right back to Switzerland.
Friends, Lovers, and the Big Terrible Thing
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