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“But I did come in here to talk to you about Declan.” He leaned back in his chair, folding his hands together. “Go ahead. I’m listening.” I’d gotten no more than an hour of sleep last night, so I’d had plenty of time to prepare myself for this conversation. I’d rehearsed it—out loud and in my head. But as I hugged myself in this chair, I couldn’t remember a damn word. “I want to start off by saying Declan has been an incredible mentor. I’ve learned a tremendous amount over this last semester, things the classroom never taught me. Working with him, watching the way he conducts business, how he practices—it’s given me a foundation that I’m extremely grateful for. But even beyond that, he’d given me chances to apply what I’ve learned. Like a few weeks ago, when we met with Walter in Wyomi
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