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He Threw His Wife’s Floodgate Design Into a Gala Fountain—Then the City’s Most Feared Investor Stepped Into the Water
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The glasses weighed down the cloth.
“Give him the book,” Celeste said.
The front door swung inward.
The third knock came after my mother’s hand closed around the key.
The siren lights cut through the dining room windows.
The church secretary kept the email raised between us.
The flashing red lights washed across our brick driveway.
The rain tapped the guest book.
The concrete was cold under my boots.