The Happy Lie

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The Happy Lie

I The rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash things clean. It just makes the grime slicker. I was sitting in my office on Sunset, watching the neon from the bar across the street bleed through the window like a wound, when the phone rang. It was always late when the phone rang. That's how you know it's trouble. The name on the other end was Veronica Stone. She sounded like cigarette smoke and...

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