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19 марта 2018 г., 01:35
Sam grabs two blouses, holding them tightly together. "Give me your purse," she says.
My purse. I forgot I had brought it with me. Then a line of clarity cuts through the haze, its appearance so sudden that I grow dizzy.
"You`re not going to steal it," I say.
Sam`s expression is blank. The golden glow on her skin fades to gray. "It`s not stealing if you`ve earned it. And after what we went through, babe, I`d say we earned this big time. Purse, please."
