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the house.
Marcus stood back and looked at them and said, “That’s better,” with the quiet authority of someone who has good taste and doesn’t announce it.
We walked along the lakefront one evening.
At one point, he said without preamble, “I’m glad you didn’t just take whatever they offered.”
“So am I,” I said.
“He thought you would,” Marcus said. “I think continue reading …
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