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“We played Twister,” Ginny said.
“I won.” Dean raised his fist proudly.
“WONDER WHY? Hey, Dean, maybe we could play fair if you put the fucking gun away,” I suggested.
“Well, I don’t remember slavery being fair.”
“Slavery wasn’t a game.”
“It was to you,” Dean said softly, “it was to you.”
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