“I’m retiring Sailor,” said Jake. He smiled, and when Jake smiled publicly, which was about once every five years, the world melted. No one was was asked to sit down. The General smiled, Sailor nudged the General in the pocket as though checking if he were armed too, and the photographers went wild.
He’d need a fork lift truck to carry her home. Piero and Fen lined up, Desdemona snatching at her bit and casting disapproving glances at Dante: don’t you dare cheat now. “I know I can make big money out of horses, once I get started,” Jake said. There was a bunch of dark purple irises in a royal blue vase.
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