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the pretense of tuning. Security was moving toward Nolan. My mother had sat down, the way people sit when their legs have stopped consulting them.
I knelt in front of Lily.
“Why did you have that video?” I asked, keeping my voice low.
Her lower lip began to tremble. The brave part had finished and the rest of it was catching up with her.
“When Grandma continue reading …
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