Westbound, Bloor and St. George
Caucasian female, late 20s, with short curly brown hair, wearing red collared T-shirt, faded jeans with rolled cuffs, and black Vans.
The Raw Shark Texts, Steven Hall (Harper Perennial)
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The old man was about to come back with an explosion of his own, a shouting stretch-faced barrage from under that mass of hair. It almost happened, the world sucking in breath like the sea pulling back before a tsunami wave, but then it didn’t, he didn’t. In the heart of the pressure cooker, something gave.
The day her divorce came through her father sent flowers. It had taken some time for him to get used to the marriage. Initially, he’d been opposed. But, as the card read, there were a lot of fish in the sea. And if he knew one thing for certain, it’s that there was another woman out there for his baby girl.
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