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62 pages, ebook
First published June 15, 2014

He tasted so good, like the coffee with creamer he had earlier and something else that was inherently Beck.
I pretended Beck and I were alone. I pretended there was no parrot or dead guy or gold lamé shorts. I pictured us in my apartment back in Chicago, after a fantastic date where we dipped lobster in butter and spooned crème brûlée out of a dish.
