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he said. “It can look like sadness, but it’s… different.”
“Are we helping?” Lily asked.
“Yes,” he said. “We’re helping.”
Rachel finally took the card, fingers trembling as she ran it through the machine. She tried to speak, tried to protest again, but nothing came out except a shaky breath.
Thomas tapped his card, then looked at Rachel. “And I’d like you continue reading …
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