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December 4, 2012
can believe that.

Sinclair bit into his apple. He chewed. This was a good apple, like the Empires of his youth, the ones Nana gave him when he visited ... before. Apples, oranges, figs. All plentiful, then.

Ill tell you, Sinclair said, pausing to swallow pulp and juice, I dont care either way. At this point its up to you and Fitzhugh to salvage. Id just as soon you left me out. In fact, lets make it official: Im out.

Giordano blanched.

B-but you cant back out now! The operation depends on your testimony!

Sinclair smiled. Tonight thered be tiramisu.