“I’m doing great, Mom,” Lindsay lied. “Really great.” One of my best friends is a killer, the other knows way too much about breaking and entering and spying on people, I just lost eight years out of my life, I didn’t get any real sleep last night and somebody’s probably going to call to claim my cat, but other than that, my life’s just fantastic.
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