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because she wanted it to mean less than it did.
“You came to watch me?”
“Yes.”
“And you still sent gardenias?”
“Yes.”
Kora looked between them with the exhausted interest of a nineteen-year-old who could tell an adult situation had become stranger than anyone wanted to admit.
Moren had gone pale again.
She pushed herself up.
“I don’t care why he came to dinner,continue reading …
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