The Wrong Light
Gloria was forty-four years old and she had spent most of those years playing it safe.
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Gloria was forty-four years old and she had spent most of those years playing it safe.
The Backbeat was the kind of place that smelled like old beer and neon ambition, and Faith hated how much she liked it.
"You're late."