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Ava Laramie Nox
A look at Valora through her mother's eyes.
“Can I put my jacket somewhere? It’s warm in here.” She said, already unbuttoning the black, leather jacket she was wearing. I waved my hand dismissively. I didn’t care what the hell she did with her jacket. I wasn’t the frigging coat room clerk.
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