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... one leg crossed over the other, tapping his pen against the edge of the desk. His eyes were half-lidded behind those black-framed glasses.
The chair beside him creaked as Russell leaned in again, his voice a persistent buzz in Micah’s ear.
"Seriously, Micah, why don’t you listen when people talk? Am I not your friend? What if I told you I was going down a well? Would you just leave me there to rot because you weren’t listening?!" Russell’s mouth moved fast like he was trying to ...
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