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the heavy silver travel mug, placing it in the exact center of the table.
He did not look at the mug, keeping his eyes on his own fingers as they began to twitch against his trousers.
“I found that in the back of Mike’s closet after the funeral,” Harold said, his voice flat and thin. “I thought if I had it here on the counter, it would feel like he was continue reading …
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