A gust of irrational impatience blew through her being. Michelle waved to her, then flitted over to where she was sitting. It was common name, so I was thrown off the scent. “Sit down,” he said, and perused—“perused” is the word for it—for some moments. ” “You do not flatter me,” she laughed.
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