Back From The Dead For A Blank Check

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Cadillac Escalade was waiting, its engine humming silently. Th

mpster, my phone

the passenger side. The Fixer. I

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d. "Let her write whatever she wa

ding across my face. It was better than an 'I love you.' It was a guarantee.

ise of that blank check warming me more