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the hallway in a designer suit that probably cost more than my rent. Joan perched on a bench behind him like a gargoyle guarding a treasure. When she saw us, her mouth curved into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
“Sarah,” she said, her voice dripping with false warmth. “And Eli! My goodness, you look so grown up.”
Eli said nothing, pressing closer continue reading …
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