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On Friday night, the night before the dinner, I couldn’t sleep. I got up and found Jaime sitting in the kitchen in the dark.
“You okay?” I asked.
He looked at me for a long moment. Then he said, “Whatever happens tomorrow, I need you to trust me.”
“What do you mean?”
“Just trust me.”
I sat down next to him. “Jaime, you’re scaring me.”
He took my hand.continue reading …
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