Good to See You Again, You Lying Bastard.

Ten million people in New York City-- and I can't escape the one that reminded me why I wanted to disappear. "Molly," I say after knocking on her door, "Why is Luke Hollaway coming here? He's an actor, not a writer." She cracks a chesire smile grin. "Shut the door, please." Oh no. The door …

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