05-- Craving

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            The tires of his crème Mercedes S 600 screeched as Lucian stopped in front of La Belle Morte. He tossed his keys to the valet, not bothering to make eye contact with the man as he muttered something vaguely cordial and rushed to the entrance. Usually, he would have taken his time, made nice with the man who would be handling his pride

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