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... ing woman, shaped by the hard guts of the American Dream.
Against that, Daisy, for all her talent, was no match. The little magician sat there fidgeting, half-poisoned by the very novels Lena had once written and by the fantasies those pages had fed inside her head.
Joji gave Lena a look then. A serious one. The sort that said he was not fucking around.
At least not in this matter. Lena caught it at once and raised both hands as though she had been accused before the tria ...
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