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“What did Ryske do now?” Clyde asked on a sigh when he opened his apartment door.
Her friend stepped aside and gestured for her to come inside.
“I do not only come to see you when Ryske does something to…” Harlow stopped walking and looked over her shoulder at him as he closed the door. “That’s exactly what I do, isn’t it?”
Laughing, he slipped an arm around her shoulders. “Yeah, it is,” he said. “But it’s okay. I’m just happy to see you. So spill it.”
Clyde guided her to the couch and sat her down.
“I don’t know that he did anything…” she started. “I mean, I guess I do, but… I haven’t asked him because…”
“Because…”
Slipping her finger from her pointed ring, she set it on the table and slid her shoes off to curl her legs under herself. Made sense to get comfortable before making
