Chapter 12
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Rye
First thing that morning,
I'd rented a little Maserati. If I was going to stay in the city—and I sure wasn't about to walk away from Lauren now—I needed wheels. Nice ones. Wheels that said, fuck all you Washington assholes, I'm a baller too. Hen...
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