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And there comes a point where he simply can't stay away any longer; there's no force in the world that would make him. He slept at Julie's, and he's drawn by the time he reappears, hair damp from a quick shower.
"Laurence?" he calls. "Will, are you home?"
That Julie is here with him makes perfect sense. This is a conversation that they all need to be a part of, after all.
"Laurence?" he calls. "Will, are you home?"
That Julie is here with him makes perfect sense. This is a conversation that they all need to be a part of, after all.
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As I have in so many other situations, I pretend that I am completely at ease, though the grip I have on John's arm surely gives me away.
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