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Reflecting on what the ragtag bunch of boys must have been like, Harlow was sort of sorry that she hadn’t known them then. Though in her neat little uniform with her perfect ponytail and pleated skirt, she might not have known how to handle such a band of ruffians.
Ryske would’ve liked her though. For different reasons than he liked her now. Harlow was raised to be polite and prim. While she did rebel, she wouldn’t in public, not back then. If Ryske and his crew came to ruffle her feathers, she’d have retreated into her manners, and probably amused the hell out of him.
From happy speculation, her mind took a different turn that made her smile fade. “That window saved our lives.”
There was a pause.
“I heard about the fire,” he said, obviously figuring out what she meant. “How bad wa
