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“I’ve been reading your journal,” he said. She nodded, her expression blank. “I thought you would. I should have got one of those ones with the little lock. Though I suppose that wouldn’t have stopped you.” She sipped the tea, realized it was cold, and put the paper cup down on the worn Formica table [...]

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