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“Why are you so distant? Why all the mystery? What are you, a narc? Double-oh-seven or something?” She steeled herself, refusing to react. He found that the skiff had been dashed against one of the buttresses of the bridge. It was ten feet long, a relic. She wanted to turn him. She hated living like that. The girl suppressed a chuckle that would have been inexplicable. . Perhaps he had lost his loved ones and was wandering over the world seeking forgetfulness. Come, make yourself scarce.
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