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... mbled slightly as she pressed them against her temples, muttering to herself. "Grandpa, it’s not working."
Sam, sitting in his armchair, regarded her calmly. The old man was a picture of patience—silver hair combed neatly, and a mind sharp enough to outthink half the city. "It never works when you panic," he said quietly. "Sit, child. Breathe."
"I thought confronting him would make things clearer," she admitted. "But it’s like every time I see him, my plans melt. He says somethin ...
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