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The woman in the silver dress cleared her throat, her fingers fluttering to her collarbone as she tried to smile.
“Taylor,” she said, her voice rising an octave. “We were just admiring her dress.”
“No, you were not,” Taylor said, his voice remarkably calm and low. “And I have no interest in sharing air with people whose manners depend on the target.”
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