The Outlaw's Runaway Waitress

My wrist had gone purple by morning, four fat fingerprints under my sleeve.
Greta knocked once, then saw my face and stopped.
Greta
Fuck, Dana. Who did that?
End of Chapter 5
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My wrist had gone purple by morning, four fat fingerprints under my sleeve.
Greta knocked once, then saw my face and stopped.
Fuck, Dana. Who did that?
End of Chapter 5
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