These are the three opening sentences from my contemporary heist:
Nothing ever happened on a Tuesday, yet Jackie Kever’s olfactory nerves tingled, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up.
“Ozone?” There had been no electrical discharges in the atmosphere to produce it. She replaced her...
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