My Nagi saved his hash by treating me to a birthmonth spa day. I was exfoliated, oiled, and massaged. I got a facial, a mani-pedi, and deep conditioning for my hair. Then we had a sleepover. I still feel all tingly.
My Brad has one day left to fete me before I'll be forced to take vengeance on him.
There's a Farfarello in the Nexus, and his mental signature is odd. Being me, I had to sound him out. Consider my curiosity satisfied. I have no urge to initiate another conversation with him.
Schuldig reeled as he Portalled back into his flat. Busy night. He'd found a target on a dance floor Farfarello had been looking for and killed the guy himself out of some urge to finish the dance. After they'd dumped the body and Schuldig had turned down a cut of the reward money, they'd danced and drank for hours before returning to Farfarello's
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Although Farfarello returned home silently, he wanted to stamp and curse in a fit of rage. He might have to sew up that gash on his arm, but what galled him most was that Rome had increased the police presence around churches and he only had himself to blame for it for having run a little too wild too often lately. More dogs had been called in to
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