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... The tremble in her voice cut through the warm festival air. "What are you doing here?"
He stood with his hands tucked casually into his pockets, his silhouette framed by the blur of passing strangers. "It’s a carnival," he said, like that explained everything. "What do people do here?"
"No," she shook her head, still stunned. "I mean, here. In Spain. Mallorca?"
Frustration prickled beneath her. He wasn’t really going to play this off like it was just some random coinciden ...
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