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down until his face was level with hers.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Lila. Lila Carter.”
“I’m Elliot,” he said. Then, after a pause that had a quality she would only understand much later: “Elliot Vance.”
She did not recognize the name. She was nine years old and lived in a two bedroom apartment with her grandmother and had never read a financial magazine continue reading …
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