My least favorite dead guy had his feet up on my desk. I hate that. His boots were probably cleaner than my blotter, but still. It showed a lack of respect. I pushed the offending size tens into the floor and scowled. “Whatever it is, the answer’s no.” “Okay, Dory. Your call.” Kyle was looking […]
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