Amy Benson

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Trust me, I’m plenty pissed for you. So’s your mother, in her more delicate way. I’d like to kick that bastard’s balls blue before I twist his dick off at the root.” With a shrug, Olivia drank more coffee. “But that’s just not-so-delicate me.” “I can’t say exactly why,” Morgan said after a moment, “but that really helps.”
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