Chapter 46 CHEAP WINE, BLOOD MONEY, AND GOLD DIGGER OF THE YEAR.

The ride on the B line had the decency to feel exactly like my life right now: underground, dark, and smelling of broken promises.

I clutched the cardboard box against my chest for all fourteen stops. Nobody looked at me. On this side of the city, a girl with smeared mascara carrying an office box ...

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