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... f it’s a good thing,” Greg said, sighing with worry. “What should we do?”
“I don’t-” I stuttered, unsure of what to even say next. “Maybe... I don’t know.” But then Greg looked up with these pleading and hopeless eyes.
“Maybe we ask Fulton himself? He might have more information,” he said. I sighed. That was the only thing we could probably do in this case. He has answers which I desperately need-desperately need.
How is my father not himself in this case?
“Might ...
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