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economical movements that communicated he was a man who had once had reasons to be efficient and had never entirely released the identity.
He looked at my faded jeans, my old sneakers, my gray hoodie, and the paper coffee cup in my hand. Then he looked at my suitcase.
Not my face. My suitcase.
“Long trip?” he asked.
“Long enough,” I said.
His eyes moved continue reading …
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