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The Fourth Sin - Saturday Night
Becky reclined behind the desk, drinking a beer and reading a magazine.
The Sin was open, even if its madam wasn't paying a ton of attention.
The Sin was open, even if its madam wasn't paying a ton of attention.
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She actually got up, went into the kitchen, and returned a moment later with an opened bottle for him and a fresh one for herself.
That? Was about as close to an admission of forgiveness as he was going to get.
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"Thanks," he said. "I missed this. Sitting in the lobby, drinking... It's fun."
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Way to contribute to the conversation, Becky.
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He put them in Becky's empty beer bottle on the desk. Because that's romantic.
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He always was bad at keeping the secrets behind his illusions secret.
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She was still smiling, though, because it was true.
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"Just wondering, how's the injury? Just a cool scar now?"
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Realizing that he actually had that thought freaked him out quite a bit.
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He held up his left hand to show off. Sure enough, the index finger seemed to be suspiciously longer than the middle finger.
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