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Anyone Less Than A Saint"Listen, James," Alice said, looking up at him from the bed on which she sat, wearing the pajamas she'd worn the night before. "I got something I have to say to you. Something really important. So I need you to keep quiet and hear me out. Can you do that?"
"Sure, I guess." A smirk tugged at James' lips. "I mean, I never get a word in edgewise anyway, so…"
Alice winced. "I'm sorry about that, Jamie. I'll try to be better, I promise. But for right now I need you to listen, 'cause I'm gonna tell you stuff—stuff I don't particularly want you to hear, but you need to hear it. So, uh, here goes." She cleared her throat, obviously ner
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Rope dug into Patrick’s wrists as he struggled to free his hands. His hot, damp breath washed over his face, trapped by the fabric sack secured over his head.
A floorboard creaked. Patrick froze, his back rigid against the chair, and strained his ears. Another creak.
“Hello?” he called.
The sound of swishing fabric.
“Who’s there? Where am I? Why’d you bring me here?” Blurred memories swam through his mind: drinking at the bar; stumbling home; a shadow sweeping out from an alley.
Fingers grasped his chin and jerked his head upward. “Hush.” A woman’s voice.
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