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... kly, was a little disappointing.
After everything last night—cheating a gang boss out of his dignity, inventing an entire genre of "bodily-fluid-based gambling strategy," and collapsing into Brutus’s arms like some fainting maiden from a third-rate opera—I had half expected to open my eyes and find myself roasting on a spit somewhere, being basted in garlic butter for the amusement of the Boss’s men.
Instead, what greeted me was softness. Sheets. Warmth. A pillow that smelled fai ...
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