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“Okay, that one's pretty good," Fred acknowledged, after she'd told him a particularly filthy joke. "But have you heard the one about the baker's wife?" "No," Kyra said. "Rumor has it, she married him for his buns." Fred burst out laughing. Kyra groaned. "Okay, that was just bad.”

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Book:Poison
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Poison

This suspenseful novel explores themes of betrayal, obsession, and the destructive power of poison, both literal and metaphorical. The story follows a complex protagonist as they navigate a world where trust is scarce and danger lurks around every corner. more

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