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Chapter 26

I scowled so hard I nearly curdled the milk in my coffee.

She reached his table, leaned slightly—too slightly—over his shoulder, and held out a cup like she was offering him holy water from her personal chalice of delusion.

And then—bless the caffeine gods—Art stood up.

Mid-call. Mid-sip. Mid-Ana.

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