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... art 2
The rain slashed down like white arrows. One paper umbrella was nowhere near wide enough to shelter them both, so Bai Lingshui floated up with a dancer’s poise and parked her trim hips on his massive shoulder. Now the umbrella covered them both.
She peered ahead. “Big guy, your name’s Dian Wei, right? And you tell people to just call you Bubba?”
“Yup. How’d you know?” he asked, playing dumb.
“Good. We’re skipping the brothel. Go left; my place is this way.”
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