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wet pavement and river mud. He stood there with his hands in his pockets, looking suddenly younger than forty.
“I missed you,” he said.
That nearly did it.
I put my suitcase in the trunk and closed it. “Then call me before the next crisis.”
He gave a small, ashamed laugh. “I will.”
“And not just when you need money.”
“Yeah,” he said. “Not just then.”
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