But the grenade exploded in the palm of our hands
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BEING ANITA
Romansa'I love you,' Asher told me while the police man handcuffed him. The night glimmered in his green eyes. His dark hair was tousled, strands like conductors of the energy in his chest. "I fucking love you." In other circumstances, a few years ago, I w...
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But the grenade exploded in the palm of our hands
