Liar's Lullaby

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when you want and discard them when you've had enough. If you plan on pa

whore," he agrees. "To be a w

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is

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ea

xhale. Ag

e, I regain con

the flash of amus

inside my head. He likes i

that satisfacti

once I've calmed down again. "Or would yo

it?" I

y," he tells me with an odd hitch in his voi

to look af

the

care of her. Putting her to bed, feeding her, wa

rocess the ridiculous

everal long seconds, he cl

el

serious right

ious man,

a nanny?" I ask,

he term you p

slowly starts sinking in t

would this

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ut I'm still stuck on

s as though he has me at gunpoint. "Hold o

time position

how l

as you're u

xpected an an

ty dollars' worth of food from you," I point

ou, I'm the judge an

rippling voice. The language is pure gibberish to me, but whatever the he

ce

sessively. But

hud

ploy. Another ma

satisfaction of s

my and my head spi

. Nothing is going

ng on paying me, a

job interview and we're merely hamme

ays coldly. "And you'd get three meals a day

l is this a

. "You won't have to s

rrogance. It makes

now," I growl. "I'm n

's dark, thick, lustrous. My f

tunity here," he says. "

swer i

n't see disappointment, and I

e stubborn will of a man who's

ys. He's already t

y throat and making my words come ou

nd to," he says without

going to le

consider my proposal," he says, a self

t do this

e resounding echo of

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cellar, I have the odd sensation tha

ild blu

her tight l

rld-for my world-even

ar as I near the staircase. He moves forward

e the restroom," I tell h

erst

her," I warn. "She's a li

it, b

rs to the ground floor. I make my way

any other way other

t, at

to even think of he

say the wor

ce. Franco is the one sitting beside her on the couch. She appears to be s

t she sees me

or and the scrunchie she's ho

ately. "Boss," he says

are fixed on the little

nd pick the scrunchi

u go," I

ly, but still refus