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The Next Girl (Detective Gina Harte, #1) The Next Girl by Carla Kovach
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“Bloody Facebook. Full of sanctimonious trolls.”
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“lets slip the name of the road I used to live on, that I realise how much she knows about me,”
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“until the chain pulled”
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“was ready to finally”
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“He couldn’t live in the past any longer.”
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“The woman smiled. ‘Looking for something special to end the evening?’ she asked.”
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“the baby”
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“river”
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“His heart pounded”
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“shuffled”
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“SEVENTEEN”
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“the soiled blanket she was lying on later, when she had more energy, but for”
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“weaving”
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“cake involved and it’s even brighter when we talk about books.”
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“lockup or another type”
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“Gina”
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“Right, little sprog. I’m”
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“Cheap, but I can work with. Don’t expect brilliant.’ She filled his airways with the smell of cheap perfume as she fell into the car, snatching the cash as she landed on the seat. ‘Okay, not too far.”
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“drugs? He’d only ever come looking for company once before, but it had been a disaster and long before Debbie had entered his life. He’d only wanted to talk, but that woman had been corruptive, trying to encourage him to do things his mother would never approve of. He’d been willing up to a point and that point was his release.”
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“Deborah”
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“That’s why we do it. After all, what is the real meaning of life? In my opinion there is no meaning. Life as a concept is pretty crap. You’re born, you reproduce, you spend your life trying to keep up with the neighbours and working yourself into an early grave. Cycle starts again.”
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