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name was a spill he had to clean before it stained.
Vanessa sank lower into the water until only her shoulders and red mouth stayed above the surface.
That red lipstick.
I knew that red lipstick.
I had seen it on the rim of a coffee cup in my kitchen the week before when she came over to borrow sugar.
Again.
For the third Tuesday in a row.
That was what almost continue reading …
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