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ained in a sling, and the bandage on my head itched with the prickly sign of healing,

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locking onto mine with an intensity that burned. "But

erything Marcus's parents represented. Warm. Open. They didn't look at me like a political

id, offering a gentle smile. "You

g. I wasn't used to kindness that

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tures. Marcus and Izzy, standing on the tarmac. He was kis

ly remembered to buy me flowers unless hi

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the Crofts. It's embarrassing, Eleano

I said, my voice trembling

as a triviality. "And now you are blowing it out of proportion. We are

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mbling under my weight, but they held. "But if I don't go, they win. They tak

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lion's den," I said. "And I'

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aid. "I'll wait in the car. If t