I thought it was odd phrasing. Donna laughed, and it was a good laugh, warm and chuckly, a good mom laugh. We must go out this way. How did the local law enforcement like putting a ribbon around a crime scene and wrapping it up just for little ol' me? The local cops all like Ted.
Her voice came warm with the first thread of anger. A heavy gold collar lay across his shoulders and chest. I looked at him, then looked at Edward. Go to bed, Anita.
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