Thursday, October 5-- late night.
I have checked into a hotel. I nearly used Anne's name, or Emily's, or God forbid even feminized Jules's-- but I couldn't risk it. I told them my name was Ginny Dickens. They looked at me strangely. It was all right, I didn't mind, and I paid in cash.
In the parking lot, someone asked, hey sister, need a hit, and
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