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... tious words were these.’
Holly Winslow: "..."
She quickly tore up the note and tossed it into the small trash bag between them. Then, she took out a new piece of paper: *Quincy the Lecher, how many years in prison are you looking to serve?*
Quincy the Lecher read the note and scrawled a line in response.
*With my looks, I probably wouldn’t have to serve time.*
The note quickly returned to Holly Winslow’s hands. "..."
’I really underestimated how sh ...
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