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Claire’s laugh echo in my memory, seeing that email over and over in my mind’s eye. By morning, something fundamental had shifted inside me. I knew what I had to do.
I called Mark. “I’m in,” I told him without preamble. “Whatever meetings you can set up, I’ll take them.”
He didn’t hesitate. “Good,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “First continue reading …
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