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my hand on the edge of the heavy door.
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“I need to get my files and my spare set of keys,” he said, pushing his shoulder against the screen door.
He adjusted his silk cuffs with a nervous, jerky twitch of his wrists, though the fabric of his sleeve was frayed at the seam.
“The files are in the study,” I said, stepping back into the hall continue reading …
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