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'You're paranoid,' Lynn said. 'You're absolutely paranoid, do you know that?'
'I just don't think we should call attention to ourselves,' he pointed out, still managing to keep his voice low and calm. 'Which is why I got out of there after nailing that bastard in the first place.'
'Which is also why I'm not wearing my mink tonight and why I can't have a Porsche and why you don't even try to sell your good stuff and why we'll be spending the rest of our lives living off your father's inheritance.'
Though her words hurt him, he muttered, 'That's right.' Why argue? She was right, and he knew it.
'Some cruds swipe a jacket off you when you're fifteen years old, and we have to spend the rest of our lives paying for it.'
'They almost killed me.'
Lynn fell silent.
'Because they wanted my leather jacket.'
'I knoooow.' She'd lost her spunk. Her voice came out quiet and pleading. 'But John, you don't stop buying leather jackets because of something like that.'
'You do if you're smart.'
'You don't dig yourself a hole and hide in it.'
'Come on now, honey, we aren't exactly living in a hole and hiding. There's a big difference between that and simply trying to keep a low profile.'
'We'd be living like hermits if I didn't constantly keep after you.'

 
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