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…Dealing with her at times caused his head to ache, his temples to throb. Days such as today, she was like handling loose, live wire. “You don’t mean that,” he said. “You really don’t mean that.”

She turned her head to him, her gaze falling on him cold and hard. “Do I?” She cleared her throat and returned to her slumped, foot-propped mountain-staring position. “Maybe you should just go.”

“Yeah,” Mick agreed. “You’re right. Coming here has done nothing but waste my time.”…

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