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” he added, just loud enough for the people around us to hear.
One of the coffees slipped out of my hand and spilled across the airport floor. Steam rose from the tile. A few travelers looked over. A small boy nearby pulled at his mother’s sleeve.
Celeste sighed and adjusted her scarf. “Please do not make a scene. You knew this trip was not for you.”
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