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for charm the way a drowning man reaches for anything that floats. “Claire, baby, listen.”
“No,” I said. My voice was calmer than I expected it to be. “You’ve done enough talking.”
He reached for my wrist, gently, trying to lower the microphone, and I pulled away from him. The motion was small but the meaning of it was enormous, and every person in the continue reading …
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