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Mistress
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It wasn’t a perfume that she smelled, either. No, it was the odor of something larger: the scent of secrecy, of newness, and of rediscovered youth.
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― White Trash and Recycled Nightmares
― White Trash and Recycled Nightmares
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It was the sort of life that suited me best: musket shots all day long, and supper with my mistress in the evening!
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