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moved across her face. Small and quick, like a shadow when a cloud passes.
“Of course,” she said.
“Then why didn’t he come himself?”
Paul glanced at her. I watched him do it.
“He’s busy with work,” Brooke replied. “We didn’t want to delay something important.”
I nodded slowly, as if considering this. As if I were still in a conversation about logistics continue reading …
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