Old saltwater was right. Spurlock snatched the check out of Ruth's hands and ran to the window. His voice when he spoke was almost fiercely assertive, but there was an undernote of nervousness. A chill rain thrummed against the sides of John’s car, having slowed from deluge to steady patter, the snow was 158 dissolved where it lay.
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