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“Do you remember what I told you the last time I saw you?” asks Tabby. She’s beginning to look drained. Even this small amount of contact is taking it out of her. How must it have been for her living with him for an entire year? I want to kick my own ass for doubting her. “Yes,” replies Søren. “Perfectly. You know I do.” “So you know what has to happen next.” “I know what you think has to happen next. But consider: Who would you be without me? No one. Just another squandered talent in a world littered with the corpses of the could-have-beens and the almost-hads and the settled-for-second-bests.” Chan taps his watch, signs, Ten. “But you’re none of those things,” continues Søren, his voice growing softer with every word. “Are you, pet? You’re not the frightened little lamb I saved al
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