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...'s number he cupped a hand to his cheekbone against the wind. A groggy voice answered. "What." "Guten tag to you too, darling. What, are you still in bed?" "Me? Naw. Been up since dawn weavin' baskets and scrapin' deerskins. You know-FUCK ME." "Liebchen, I'm flattered, but--" "Not you, queerdo. Tried to get outta bed, stubbed my toe on the toilet and hit my head on the fridge. Goddamned ...
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