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“My phone buzzes in my shirt pocket, and Frank takes a step back to let me answer it. I’ve got another text from Jem. What does the breast part look like? I think I’ve got it upside-down. “The fuck?” Frank says. “He’s talking about the turkey.” “Oh. Jesus. I mean…good.” “Jem knows what human breasts look like.” Frank shudders. “I can’t deal with this,” he mutters and stalks away.”

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Book:Love Among Pigeons
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