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Thirty-Seven
“You are wrong”
“When I sit and wait for people to lie to me, I’m usually paid in the process” If he didn’t need the man’s help, he’d throw him out of the room.
“Shit Luke, I’m not lying. I didn’t know anything about her back then. I don’t even know her that much now”
“Right. What do you feel about her?”
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