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The Rumor

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POV: Silver Preston

The dinner at Mory's leaves something stuck in my chest that the chocolate soufflé and the raspberry tart and the perfectly cracked crème brûlée do not touch.

Maybe I understand more than you think I do.

I want to file it under hockey player arrogance and move on.

I cannot quite get there.

The statement does not have the quality of someone showing off. It had the quality of someone who has been waiting for the right moment to say something true and is still not sure the mome
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