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... what I think you think I am."
— Charles Cooley
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"Why you running?"
Michael’s voice carried softly through the kitchen, unhurried, the words settling into the cool air like something that had always been there.
"You hurt me." He touched his chest lightly. A single crystalline tear traced a slow path down his cheek. The gesture was too perfect, too measured — an actor hitting a mark he’d rehearsed alone.
"How?" Zeke’s us ...
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