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of hair away from the girl’s forehead with a tenderness that made your chest tighten.
When she finally took the card, she did it slowly.
Like she was accepting not a gift, but a risk.
“I’ll bring it back,” she said.
“I’ll be here tomorrow morning at eight.”
Marisol nodded.
Your assistant exhaled like he had been holding his breath for a full minute.
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