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Tony
A moment later, Ginevra slipped into the seat beside me, a smile on her lips as she lifted her shot of whiskey. Her hair was shorter than the last time, cut in a curly bob that suited her face. Her dress was a body-hugging sparkling black thing that shimmered under the light and a leather, bust-length jacket over it. She wasn't wearing leggings, so she must not have ridden her motorcycle. Though, based on her ankle-high, low-heeled boots, I could believe otherwise.
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