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... the table’s edge after the bastard threw me. I’ve been trying to remember what his name was, but I couldn’t seem to.
In my memory, I just always called him father’s mad dog. Why do gangsters prefer floral shirts under their coats anyway? As if those bright prints would improve their reputation or deceive people.
"Sir Diego, did you bring your lover?" One of the smug faces asked with a laugh.
I glared at him. He flinched for a second, but he soon glared back at me, clearl ...
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