The fact that that bit of knowledge froze me for a second tells you how badly I behaved around Richard, or how screwed up about him I was. But you know what? I don't think I owe you an explanation, Richard. The boots were only knee high, made of the same rich dark velvet as the coat. Besides, if I put him on the spot about the door, it would have given his coworkers more to tease him about, and I didn't want that.
You fail, and your opponent is on top of you in a perfect position to pin you. You killed him, Anita. So lonely, so terribly lonely. He walked around the table, fingers trailing on the backs of the chairs.
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