Friendly gesture

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Brandon has not spoken a word since the cemetery and I could sense all of his questions playing around on his mind. “Do you want to come in for a while?” It’s the least I could do since he had to deal with all of that and we barely know each other. It’s twice in one day I get to see that surprised look on his face. “You don’t owe me anything, Adams.” “It’s not about owing you. It’s just a friendly gesture. Nobody has a gun pointed for your head.” I got out of his car to get my things, biting the inside of my cheek when I heard him get out. All the lights were still burning when we entered the house and everyone was sitting in front of the television minding their own business. My father was working through his notes with Meredith sitting beside him with her feet resting on his lap wh

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