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So how the fuck did he know this would move me?

I turn and gawk at him. Hands shoved modestly in his pockets, he meanders over to the study table in the center of the room, pulls out an upholstered chair, and sinks into it.

“Take all the time you’d like,” he says. “Cry if you want, laugh, sing—it’...

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