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still hurt like fresh bruises.
“You still doing that thing with the candles?” Mike asked suddenly.
“The store? Yes, I’m still—”
“That’s nice. You should talk to Tyler about business sometime. He’s got a brain for it.”
Tyler snorted into his soda. “I wouldn’t sell candles.”
They were already moving on, talking about football fees and SAT prep. I let my gaze continue reading …
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