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One Finger - F DOT LEONORA
Jeanne was drowsy from the conversation she had had with Sabrina on the road, but she was mesmerized by the emphasis on the one finger. It seemed like that one finger—well Terrence’s one finger—waved before her like the hand on a metronome. She pulled over deeper into the blackness of the road. Terrence had become […]
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