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d, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that vibrated

painfully dry. "I want the name an

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rs. "Information like that costs more t

, burning away her terror. She stoo

hand into her bag, pulled out her leather

n her thumb and index finge

enged, her voice ringing clear. "Tails, you wa

t flickered in the depths of his black eyes. The corner o

ding her personal space. The heat radiating o

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