The Broken Ballerina's Secret Paris Escape

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nter, the Alliance Française, was two blocks awa

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ed forward, his face composing itself into a polite m

itanium card. She hadn't sold the jewelry yet; the rese

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cognized the name, if not the woman. "Of co

"I just want to surprise him. Is there a

than protocol. He led her to a small two-top tucked behind

o them, but she cou

g against her ribs like a trapped

d over the partition,

e Lame Duck today? Surprised she

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glass. Lame Duck. So tha

t. "Don't be mean. Ariel has a hard time gettin

that cut deeper

elding. A depressed, limping millstone around you

for Fielding to slam his hand on the table. To d

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life, Archer.

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rain from her face. Th

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