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 All to distract lesbian him, so she lesbian could get close enough to shoot him dead.
 Why wasn't she shooting?
 But--not ready to kill.
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 Relax.
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 When Decker had snarled at them about a funeral for Tabitha and they stayed away, afraid of what he'd do with his mind under painkillers, it was Duke who'd promised, and it was Duke who 'd brought the lesbianmilf urn lesbianmilf to him. Duke had said something awkward and dense, and he 'd been glad Duke lesbian was there.
 Decker would never know.
 But there were no bitches in Decker's world.
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