CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE.

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- LONG WEEK?
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"THERE'S AN OLD VOICE IN MY HEAD,

THAT'S HOLDING ME BACK.

WELL, TELL HER THAT I MISS OUR LITTLE TALKS"






















AMELIA SLID THE DIVIDING WINDOW OPEN AND LEANT OVER THE SMALL COUNTER TO GRASP STEVE'S ATTENTION, POKING HIM IN THE SIDE ROUGHLY. He spun around, surprised when he was met by Amelia's smiling face. "We've got our first sentence."

"Oh, seriously?" He waited in anticipation of her answer, excited for something exciting like 'East side at noon' or something.

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