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to sleep on the couch,

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in my gut had hardened int

was awake, her eyes swolle

we kept cash. Inside was two hundred dollars. Scrap

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on't!" She recoiled, dropping

ou want to play again. Tell her

any more money! This

them, and put them back in her trembli

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hitched. "Y

steady. "And tonight, w

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dn't care. I just k