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... stand-off, Micah, arms crossed and eyes narrow, and Clyde, hands in his pockets and a calm but unrelenting stare on his face. The crowd flowed around them, but neither of them moved, like time had frozen just for them.
Then Micah’s phone buzzed.
He blinked, breaking eye contact, and quickly pulled out the device from his pants pocket. His thumb swiped across the screen, and he read the message.
LioNessQueen: should I say my cousin to get it?!
Mic ...
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