His Public Wife

He put his coat over my shoulders. It smelled like wool and clean air.
Barrett
You're not driving home with a bleeding wrist.
I looked down. The marks were already turning purple.
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He put his coat over my shoulders. It smelled like wool and clean air.
You're not driving home with a bleeding wrist.
I looked down. The marks were already turning purple.
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