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... not care about the news? Or... was she just seeing this as an opportunity? Clout-chasing?
But when she touched his hand—it felt different. Warm. No pressure. No shady intent he could pick up on.
"I’m Lucy," the woman said as she poured coffee into an old pastel-colored cup. "You probably don’t remember... but when you were little, I used to carry you around all the time."
Caleb rolled his eyes internally. Classic aunty talk.
"Of course you wouldn’t remember. You ...
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