The Truth Exchange
I was sitting at the bar on Sunset when Doris Whitfield walked in, and the first thing I noticed was that she was crying without making a sound about it. That's the kind of crying that means you've been doing it for hours and you're out of tears but not out of pain. She was beautiful in that expensive-Los-Angeles way—red dress, dark hair, eyes that had seen something nobody should see and...
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