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Chapter 46- The Foreplay

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The garden in Brooklyn is exactly what Arthur promised.

A wrought iron gate at the entrance that swings open silently, the hinges recently oiled because Arthur arrived at eight and noticed they needed it, and found someone to address it before nine.

I know about the hinges because Arthur texts me at eight forty-seven.

Arthur: Hinges addressed. The garden is ready.

I text back: Of course it did.

Arthur: Samuel said the same thing.

I put the phone down.

The May morning is what Samuel said it wo
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