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... ecilia’s fingers pressed insistently against my mouth, as if trying to feed me something invisible--but clearly important.
"Could you be a bit gentler with the offering?" I murmured through her fingers, my voice low and wry, carried off by the breeze with just enough gravel to make it sound like a private joke.
Cecilia blinked at me, wide-eyed and utterly sincere, then pressed her palm back over my mouth with renewed determination.
"Mr. Wolf," she said solemnly, "you need ...
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