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... ight would unfold, there was plenty of time, and one more evening wouldn’t hurt.
Whether things with Betty went south or not, I wanted to cherish every moment a little longer.
The weight of reluctance was heavy in my heart.
"I’ll make some tea..."
As I moved, Betty had just returned to the dining table, cloth in hand, ready to wipe it down.
Seeing me step forward, panic flickered across her face.
She quickly placed the cloth on the table and dashed ...
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