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the tables under strings of warm lights. My place card had me seated near the back with a couple from Ben’s neighborhood and an aunt I hadn’t seen since 2015.
General Hail noticed. He looked at the seating chart, then at Emily.
Emily’s face went red. “I didn’t do the chart,” she said quickly.
Vanessa was suddenly fascinated by her champagne.
I sat where continue reading …
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