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your pride talking?”
“No,” I said. “Because if I thought that were true, I wouldn’t have called.”
Another beat.
“And if there is something there?” she asked. “You understand what that means.”
I looked out the study window. Morning had turned the lake pewter. Snow sat in the branches like flour.
“That’s why I’m calling you and not someone I need to impress.continue reading …
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