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She fumbles with her scarf. Sorry, she says, almost whispers, looking anywhere but at him. He regards her in silence, his arms crossed and his jaw set. She starts to turn away, but he catches her wrist, sits down and drags her onto his lap. Are you now, he drawls.


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