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she hadn’t heard him coming .
that was what she hated .
marlboro reds . southern . the kind of easy that came from a man who had never once felt the need to shrink himself for anybody .
probably not a threat after all .
she let her hand drop from the ring slowly . lifted her chin . and looked at him with the flat unhurried expression of someone who was not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’d startled her —
“ you make a habit of sneaking up on people . “ the woman replied and lit up a cigarette . “ i guess you have to answer hm ? ” she replied and held it inside her mouth and exhaled out the smoke .
