Casimiro shifted in the leather seat of his mid-sized midnight blue sedan, trying to work the circulation back into his lower half. He’d been parked here in stakeout mode for hours, waiting for Dr. Karen Strathmore to finish her workday, hoping she might have more valuable information for him tonight than she did last night
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Your dialogue is always a pure pleasure to read. I envy you your gift in writing long and imaginatively.
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Well done!
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Well Done :)
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