His diminutive hand flew out from behind his back like a wounded bird. Ennison,” she said. He returned to the car, Cokes in hand. “Who the hell are you, Lucy?” “Promise me you will never tell anyone. It did seem in so many ways exactly what Ramage said it was—the sensible thing to do. Let me go my own way towards them.
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