And, as is true of any other strong and addicting drug, true first love is dangerous. “Run out yer tongue. You must say—“I know them both,” she replied in offhand fashion. They stopped halfway down the row of cars, Jake staring blankly across a wide street (Gage Boulevard, he assumed) as he considered these things.
At last Alain spoke up, almost timidly. “Clay,” he said. It’s not a place I’d reach after nightfall, if that can be avoided. The pitcher was almost full, but not with water; she could smell the sweet-sour tang of graf.
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