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Smoking was a nasty habit. I kept my teeth covered and fetched a pack of matches from my coat pocket. She leaned down, tall and broad-shoulders, the hair around her head a veritable mane... "Homo neanderthalensis?" I asked, as she took a drag. "I prefer 'Pans narrans,'" she said, breathily.
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"And brother, do I have a story for you," she added, with a wicked grin that made me want to go for her throat. I bit back the instinct. She remembered herself, covered her mouth, the flash of teeth. "Let me guess: murder. Lust. Greed." "How did you know?" I gave a close-lipped smile in reply.
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