From Rags to Riches (Again)

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for an ambulance, I made a quiet ca

rdiology at Mount Sinai, to the e

ready in place. Chloe shot me a look of confused gratitude

efficient man named David, handle it. He met them at the

quiet bar, a place where deals were made and dy

amber liquid in his glass. "She's sharp, she's loyal.

said. "I w

get this out of your system. Your mother knew. She

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but it was a clean fire, washing away

ilt Tower, the one that had been waiting for me, overlooking

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t any significant impact on their lives. The fainting spells, the shortness of breath, the

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him. She had thrown away a seven-year

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