That bit of mind-fucking he allowed himself. I told him to enjoy the afterglow, and I put Requiem on the door, because Nathaniel was mine to take care of, and I planned on being busy for awhile. What are you talking about? Why should Jean-Claude care about how I clean up? The phone rang. Like a fallen angel.
That's illegal, I said. Dying of fright wasn't just a saying. For now, I will withdraw, so I do not make it worse. Hungry like we are.
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