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... ing the fit across his shoulders and chest.
The suit was deep charcoal, tailored close but not tight, the kind that looked clean without trying too hard.
He tugged once at the sleeve, then gave a slow nod. This actually looked good.
Behind him, Aoife stood up from the sofa where she’d been watching quietly. She walked over, her steps steady, hands folded in front of her. Her voice came soft, and her Irish accent slipped out thicker than usual.
"Oh, love... would y ...
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