Luxury comes at a dreadful cost, and... the edges of a gold card can be very sharp.

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[In any case, she leaves the biggest question unanswered. Hugh Hefner moves through the book in a bubble of graciousness, the perennial gentleman at the continual orgy.] He's the one person who never wronged me, never hurt me, and never treated me with anything less than absolute care, ... He allowed me to be a child in his midst.

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