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stood near the host stand looking older than I remembered, shoulders hunched, hands shoved in his pockets.
“Liam,” he started.
“Not here,” I said quietly. “This is my workplace.”
“I need five minutes.”
I looked at the lunch crowd, at my team watching through the kitchen window. “You’ve got two.”
He launched into it—how I was being unreasonable, how families continue reading …
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