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didn’t think that...” “That we were educated enough to read?” “No...it’s not that...it’s just that I didn’t think anyone actually read my column.” That was a lousy recovery. I’d won dozens of awards for my articles. Wolf grimaced. “So have you found your story?” he repeated. “Not yet.” Finally I found my tongue. “I’ve come to find out if you live up to the legends.” Wolf laughed and asked, “Can anyone?” Suddenly there was a woman standing above him. She seemed out of place. She wore none of the fine clothes of the brothel women, but instead wore a skirt and top of some sort of woven
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