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don’t be mean,” she said while smiling as she said it, making it clear she didn’t really mean the reprimand.
Marcus extended his hand. Derek shook it briefly, the way you’d handle something vaguely distasteful. “Marcus. Good to see you, buddy.”
Buddy—like they were friends, like there wasn’t five years of casual contempt in that handshake.
I turned to continue reading …
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