Chapter 64 I hope I was crazy enough

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The photo burst had not finished echoing when the room resumed its polished noise.

A board wife with diamond studs cornered me near the damaged-wing study and spoke about acquisition as if the canvas were a minor fund. Someone from the cultural trust asked whether a percentage of sales might route...

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