In this rotten world, money is the salve that soothes every sore.
Chapter One-A West Indian Childhood How I Met Alexander Hamilton In a sepia shadowed bookshop, Where an imperious charcoal Cat with yellow eyes glared from A fly-specked window, I found you.
By now, Alex knew mother was already very, very drunk.
Here it came, the nightly monologue.
Grinning, Egan stepped back, threw an arm that was infuriatingly proprietary around his mother.
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