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responded too quickly. “You don’t need to go.”
“Why?” I asked.
He picked at the arm of his chair. “No reason.”
That has meant no reason.
At five o’clock, I walked next door.
Austin opened the door and stepped aside to let me in. “Ignore the mess,” he said.
I took one step inside and froze.
There, draped over an armchair by the window, was a small knitted continue reading …
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