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Chapter 9: His First Crack

مؤلف: Roxy Hart
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The engagement announcement went exactly as planned.

Caelum had written the speech himself, which was not something he did for every address. He did it for this one because the words needed to be precisely right, and he did not trust anyone else to know exactly what precisely right meant in this particular context. He delivered it looking at the back wall of the room, not because he was nervous, but because looking at individual faces required a kind of present-tense attention he was not curren
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