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” She handed her son an orange she had peeled herself. The conversation was superficially calm. Charles talked about business and Eleanor spoke about the…

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“Sir… why?” Marcelo looked at a small, dirty handprint on the edge of his mahogany desk. “Because I found something that isn’t for sale,” he…
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