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... ht that came to mind.
The moment was infinitesimal.
To the Governor, it was likely just a pause between courses.
To my father, it was probably invisible, buried under the weight of his own self-importance.
But I have spent my entire career reading the topography of the human face. I read micro-expressions the way a navigator reads a star chart, not as single points, but as a map of intent.
I saw it. A glance across the linen and silver. My brother and Cass ...
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