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... ey fought the sudden urge to blurt out that to him it sounded less like a clever plan to cure homesickness and more like the fast lane to an early grave.
But he was trying to be professional. Welcoming. Amicable.
So instead he tilted his head just slightly, adding a trace of curiosity to his expression, as if he were the picture of open-minded wonder and hopefulness.
And to be fair, a part of it was genuine. He really felt hopeful about this lead. It really felt like thin ...
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