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... nd almost a complaint. "Don’t flatter me. I’m not calm. I’m sore."
Dean paused with one hand on the edge of his bedroom door.
"Sore," he repeated, turning his head just enough to give her a look. "From what? Being morally superior too hard?"
Sylvia’s eyes narrowed. "From running."
Dean blinked, genuinely thrown. "Running where?"
"Everywhere," Sylvia said, deadpan. "All day yesterday."
Dean’s gaze flicked to her legs automatically, as if expecting t ...
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