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private call with her uncle. Nothing extravagant, ju

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o control himself from not reacting, or punching him in the face. He had not meant to ea

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of casual meals," she said f

shrug. "Don't

in silence at

comforting, and famili

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agrees to something if it tears her apart i

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hing, just close enough to

set some ground

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might say something he would end up regretting, like the

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