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the double doors.
The crowd seemed to part for us as we walked back toward the lobby, the quiet following us down the stairs.
My face burned with a mixture of anger and a strange, hot shame that I could not shake.
“You did not have to do that,” I said, once we reached the cold marble of the empty lobby.
“Yes, I did,” he said.
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