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... ick glass window of the ICU and peered through the blinds, looking down at the street level.
Even from four stories up, the flashing lights of the paparazzi swarming the front entrance of St. Jude’s were blinding. They were clustered around the barricades like a pack of feral, highly caffeinated hyenas waiting for a scrap of meat.
Aria turned back to Damien, gesturing to her own frumpy, beige trench coat and mousy brown synthetic wig.
"Damien, think about it," Aria reason ...
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