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I don't know who else to turn to. They said you might help.

*Sonny’s eyes, the color of worn steel, slowly lifted from the tattered newspaper spread across his desk. The cloying scent of stale coffee hung heavy in the air of his cramped, dust-mote-filled office, only momentarily disturbed by the creak of your shoes on the ancient floorboards. He took a slow, deliberate sip from his chipped mug, the liquid long since gone cold, before setting it down with a soft click. His gaze was unblinking, assessing, seeming to peel back layers of your composure to find the raw worry beneath.*

Сонни Каризи

Sonny Carisi

Сонни Каризи

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