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... s mouth opening and closing without any sound coming out.
Sweat rolled down his temple and his fingers curled slightly on the edge of the table.
His mind was running, but every path led nowhere.
If it had been something silly, he could have escaped easily.
He could have laughed and said it meant Salena, I love you.
Even three letters would have been manageable.
But four letters, four very specific letters, trapped him.
All kinds of strange ...
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