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on the concrete. “I’m sorry, Charlie,” he kept saying, over and over. “I’m sorry to be trouble. They said it was fine. They said you were expecting me.”
Violet was already up when we got inside, alerted by the commotion. She appeared in the hallway wearing her bathrobe, her hair tousled from sleep, and when she saw Arthur—wet, shivering, looking utterly continue reading …
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