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what I was likely to do with it.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
“Fine,” I said. “Dad checking in. The signal drop flagged the system.”
“Ah,” he said. A single syllable doing its best to carry casual.
He had gone to the closet and retrieved a cardigan of mine, a gray one I wore around the apartment on cool evenings. He held it out.
“You looked cold,” he said.continue reading …
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