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... like lead weights, refusing to move, refusing to arrange themselves into a shape that made any kind of sense.
My face did something... a twitch, a falter, a sudden widening of the eyes.. that I couldn’t reel back in fast enough. It was a tell, a loud, glaring neon sign of my internal collapse, and Nick was reading it in high definition.
His smile widened. It was the specific, oily pleasure of a man who had just hit the jackpot. He didn’t just see my shock; he was savoring it, ro ...
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