Hewent to the men’s room and locked himself in one of the cubicles. You don’t move. Jean-Claude blushed, a faint hint of pink. He's right.
He never flinched. Belle Morte, too, I said. I wasn't sure he'd even heard me, and there wasn't time to check. He knew his time was up.
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