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-Eri Jones- “Okay Suzy, bye. Take good care of yourself.” I waved at Suzy, who just nodded, then watched me enter the car whose door was held open by a bodyguard and Hane followed, not looking too happy. In fact, she'd had a weird expression on since lunch when we were at work. It made me wonder what seemed to be bothering her so much. The driver started moving once the door closed. Just like when we were coming here, she kept nervously fiddling with her fingers, staring out the window. “You alright?” I had to ask, and she turned looking lost in thought. “Huh?” “You've been unusually silent.” I pointed out. “Is something wrong?” “No,” the smile she offered didn't reach her eyes. In fact, it was obviously not real. “You sure? You know you can talk if something's bothering you.” I
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