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not to care.
“Claire,” Ethan said, in a tone that suggested I was the one creating a disruption. “We need to handle this like adults.”
I stood up slowly from the table. “Adults,” I repeated.
The woman adjusted the strap of her handbag and offered a practiced smile. “Hi. I’m Madison.”
I did not introduce myself. She already knew exactly who I was.
Ethan continue reading …
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