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…and left. No one came after me. I needed time to digest all that information. My head was spinning. I’m not a killer. Am I? What if it was me? If there was no money left after my father’s things were put in order, where wou…
Elodie Ferreira
Marsha Adams
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She wasn't an escort either. Once.
Autistic author. Usually found hiding behind a book.
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