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... books for free, so Harper thanked her again and tucked the gifts into her purse. The two editors chatted a bit more about their work projects before more people showed up at the booth, and May had to shoo them away to tend to her post.

"Well. That was a cool learning experience, Mr. Pro." Harper mimicked May’s tone and laughed when Eli rolled his eyes. "Where did that nickname come from anyway? Professional endorsement?"

"A somewhat embarrassing one." Eli shook his head like it w ...

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