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I know this because I was trained to watch hands.
Devereaux whispered something. She shook her head once, the gesture of a woman not yet ready to accept the dimensions of the room she is in.
She looked at me. “You planned this.”
“You planned it first,” I said. “Fourteen months, according to Dale.”
She said Dale was a liar. I told her he was a liar who continue reading …
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