I am in need of something more precious than money: information. The question how useful you will turn out to be.
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How unfortunate. I was hoping I’d have something to blackmail you with.
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The frown settled between her brows, wondering what gave it away — perhaps the bruise in vivid shades of purple and blue. She gestured to the empty diner bench, an invitation. “I could use a waffle.”
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Attempting to learn to repeat Arabic words because this child she cares for is Muslim and the Quran soothes him.
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i want to kiss you. not on your mouth, but on your most secret scars, your ashy black and journeyed knees, your ring finger, the trigger finger, those hands the world fears so much.
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Mentions of a suicide attempt, suicidal ideation, threats against a child, crime, violence, murder, espionage,









