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I didn’t walk toward them.
I walked straight to the sound booth.
The technician looked startled when I asked him to cut the music.
He started to protest.
I didn’t repeat myself loudly. I just said it once the way people do when they are already beyond argument.
The room fell quiet.
Nathan stepped forward first.
“Rowan,” he said, smiling too fast. “This isn’t continue reading …
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