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... Lynch’s mind was still relatively clear. He took a towel and began drying her hair, so carefully and gently it was as if Nora Ainsworth were a piece of ancient porcelain he was afraid of accidentally shattering.
Nora Ainsworth leaned lazily against the back of the seat, muttering something under her breath.
After he finished drying her hair, she suddenly called out his name, "Leon Lynch."
He answered, "Yes, I’m here."
"You’ve been such a free spirit all these yea ...
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