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900 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 20, 2012
"'Yes Peter,' I said. 'I can forgive everything. Except maybe the hair.' It really was awful in that Alan Greene rat tail. 'I think it's time you let your hair down. Release your inner Fabio.' I reached to pull off the elastic that bound his sun-bleached locks. I fluffed his hair around his shoulders, feeling like a 1950s movie hero romancing the mousy librarian. I giggled. He giggled too, then drew me to him in an intense kiss. With lips locked, we sank onto the futon. His hands moved under my blouse. I let them."
"Maybe it was the pimply kid in the Marilyn Manson tee shirt who had insinuated himself into the already overflowing car at Columbus Circle. He'd pressed in to join the three of us who had already staked claims on the center pole. I jabbed the boy in the ribs with an elbow. He grunted an obscenity."
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