She's my mealticket. "Excuse me," he said, plunging his fork into a fowl, and transferring it to his plate. Saren Chen was a tall woman, thin and beautiful in a masculine way, Germanic. “I wouldn’t. I deserve pretty much what I’ve got. Give me your name, girl!’ ‘Again?’ Mademoiselle rolled her eyes. Nothing to do; nothing for the hands, the mind, the heart.
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