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introductions and interviews
Merlin, I wish I had taken up Dom's offer of that calming charm.
Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it sure as hell didn't kill the snake
I plant my hands firmly on my hips, in the way a scorned housewife would do. Or at least in the way one of the witches from Real Housewives of Salem TV show that Jesse is obsessed with would.
“We’re strictly colleagues. Plain, old, boring law stuff is all we do. Like paperwork, and research, and finding the occasional dead body.”
"You’re pretty smart, Potter,” I murmur. “For a retired jock, anyway.”
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