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be true.”
“No,” I said. “You shouldn’t have.”
He did not defend himself. He did not soften it or explain it away or turn it around on me. And that mattered, more than he probably realized.
“I’ll send you the spare key I have,” he said.
I went still. “You have a spare key?”
Another pause, longer this time. “Your mother made a copy last summer, when we watched continue reading …
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