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trusts you because you buy things.”
There it was.
Not her deepest fear.
Her easiest insult.
I leaned against my car door and looked out through the garage opening toward the wet Chicago street beyond it.
“No,” I said. “She trusts me because when I say I’ll be somewhere, I show up.”
Megan was quiet.
Then she said, “You think you’re so much better than us.”
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