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“It was just a wager,” he said, his voice rising slightly before he checked himself. “We do all kinds of things in business. You know how the game is played.”
“I hope you find peace, Eric, but I cannot help you,” I said.
He stared at me, his fingers stopping their constant spin on his pinky ring.
“You were just a girl from Queens with a bad heart,” he continue reading …
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