Cleaning and cleaning your soul

And she liked this Hanna Petrillo, he thought, suddenly making the connection.

“Lydia!” he bellowed.

“You don’t have to shout,” she scolded. “I’m just outside the door.”

“When you book my room in Winding River, make sure I’m all alone in it.” She feigned shock. “Why, of course I will.”

“Don’t lo...

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