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... staring at the chip on the nightstand like it was going to bite him.
"This isn’t funny," he muttered. "How the hell did it get in your pocket? I kept it in my trousers pocket... I swear... or could you have taken it when you were in my room earlier?"
I exhaled. "No."
"But..." He trailed off, frustration clouding his expression. I could tell he was already overthinking, trying to piece together a reason, blaming himself even if he hadn’t said it yet.
"It happened," ...
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