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ath him. He didn't turn when she entered, but he felt her

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nees, a pen tucked behind one ear. Unpolished, unpretentious. Real. He'd been su

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erful stride that had unsettled her yesterday. She didn't flinch. I

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it with conflict. She was curious, but

m writing your story, Mr. Wolfe, I get everything. The

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