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no longer hunched, no longer hiding. He met Patricia’s eyes first.
“My name is Michael Carter,” he said. “And I own this diner.”
The room went silent.
Someone gasped softly. A fork clinked against a plate.
Megan laughed nervously. “That’s not funny.”
Michael didn’t look at her. He reached into his jacket and placed his phone on the counter, screen facing continue reading …
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