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want to bring it?” I asked.
She smiled. “No. It belongs here.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means I survived here. I don’t need to carry the proof everywhere.”
I had to turn away for a second.
Derek pretended to adjust a bungee cord on the car roof, but his shoulders were shaking.
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