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flooded two years earlier. Adrian stood near the fireplace, staring at the floor like a man hoping cowardice could pass for neutrality.
“I hope you understand this isn’t meant to hurt you,” Vivienne began.
I folded my hands in my lap.
“Then explain what it is meant to do.”
She gave a brittle little smile.
“My parents are very particular. Christmas dinner continue reading …
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