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Chapter 53: Richard Ashby Flips

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Adrian put his phone face down on the desk and we sat with Charles’s message between us

like a lit fuse neither of us was ready to touch yet.

“Not tonight,” Adrian said.

“Not tonight,” I agreed.

We were both quiet for a moment, the city doing its indifferent thing outside the window,

and then I picked up my bag and left him there with the weight of it. Some things needed to

be sat with alone first. I had learned that about Adrian. He processed inward before he could

process outward, and pushing
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