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controlling the story. Still trusting that everyone would follow her lead.
When I returned to my table, Patricia was watching me from across the room. She stood, crossed quietly, and slipped a folded note onto the table.
Meet me in the library. 10 minutes. Bring your phone.
My pulse spiked.
I waited until no one was watching, then slipped away.
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