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Meg examined her hands for any signs of the bruising she’d seen earlier. Her skin was smooth and unbroken, with no discoloration. She contemplated the fast recovery and thought, not for the first time, how everything was going to take a while to get used to.
“Here you go.” John dropped a soft drink in her hands and sat down in one of the chairs beside her, gathered around Mark’s desk at the police station. Officers were walking around, taking phone calls and gathered in and around the captain’s office and the interrogation rooms.
“Thanks.” Popping the cap on the can, Meg took a swig, savoring the sweet syrupy flavor of the carbonated liquid
“No problem. You sure you don’t want any chips or candy from the machine?” John asked again, poised to get back up if she changed her mind.
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