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Ranger Picked Up And There Was A Moment Of Silence As If He Was Sensing Me At The Other End, Taking My Body Temperature And Heart Rate Long Distance. “babe,” He Finally Said. “do You Know The Slum Apartment Building Bobby Sunflower Owns On Stark?” “yes. It’s On The Same Block As His Funeral Home.” “that’s The One. I’m Going In To Look For Someone. If You Don’t Hear From Me In A Half Hour Maybe You Could Send Someone To Check.” “is This A Smart Thing To Do?” “probably Not.” “as Long As You Know,” Ranger Said. And He Disconnected.

She'll Be Back," Ranger Said. "but Not Tonight." [stephanie] "how'd You Get Her To Leave?" "told Her I Was Gonna Spend The Next Twelve Hours Ruining You For All Other Men, And So She Might As Well Go Home." I Could Feel The Heat Rush To My Face. Ranger Gave Me The Wolf Smile. "i Lied About It Being Tonight," He Said.

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