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... who loved a good spectacle and wasn’t afraid of stirring the pot. Glancing sidelong at Isaac Shea, he leaned in close to Hannah Johnson and murmured, "Sis, make a show of it."
"What do you mean?"
"Link arms with me."
Hannah frowned, still not quite grasping the situation, when Michale had already grabbed her wrist and hooked it into his arm.
Isaac Shea’s countenance crumbled instantaneously.
Staring hard at Hannah, he subconsciously moved to follow her, bu ...
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