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Dirty Black Summer Chapter 3

I could picture him sitting on the edge of the bed in that ransacked hotel room, clutching his cellphone to his ear as a tortured mixture of rage, shame and embarrassment poisoned his blood.

"Good night," I said to Larry just before winking over to Summer in the car.

Then I politely hung the phone up.

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