CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
For a moment, Nick stared at me. It was an elastic moment that seemed to stretch way out.
“You mean—,” he started.
“Yes, I mean me.” I smiled with all requisite enthusiasm. “You asked what I did. Now you know.”
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