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"Maybe we're playing the devils game."
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Veronica Wolf seemed to love the silk sheets. The way her body slid easily down them or the way rose petals seemed like an arrangement. Or maybe it was easy get the blood stains out. She loved the way he would die for secrets.
Alexander Reed seemed to have secrets underneath all the piles of money. Veronica wrapped around his ring finger whenever it was occupied by a gold band.
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"You didn't seem to complain whenever ties were involved."
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